those who came before will sometimes leave small markers to show us the trail
we follow a path to a point we cannot see while beauty slides by
frozen in winter the waterway has become a delicious path
some times i wonder am i leading or am i going the wrong way
where are we going? forward. will there be danger? just watch for the signs.
where the trail divides we can each go our own way or travel as one
it’s a path well worn where we get lost in our thoughts not seeing what’s here
where the tracks curve south the choice is already made follow to the end
some grow straight and true others search along the way and build character
first choice, go forward the path gives direction, but given the chance, turn
uptown jack 