Winding Road
I soar along the winding road
the path does lead me not
for its the journey that I look foward on
and there is no ending spot
I glide across the hill and dale
I wander there and here
I fly a little sometimes too
And other times I clear
I strum and strut to my own song
I whistle a merry tune
I never look back at where I've been
I just keep on to the very next room
7/2/13
TBS
