I bought a ticket

For a West-bound train

To take me to the coast

I arrived early

Much before my time

But the train never showed

Now I’m stuck in the swamp lands

And storm clouds are parked overhead

They show no signs of lifting

It just keeps raining

But all my bags are packed, and I’ve got nowhere to go

 

I came to a crossroad

Looked both ways

Stood there for what seemed 100 years

I could not decide

Which way to go

And before long I had thought so hard

I forgot from where I had come

Now I’m traveling with no direction

And there’s a fog on the horizon

All I can feel is the ground I tread on

Leading me somewhere that I don’t know

 

Came to a hillside

Looked to the top

Saw a man in servant’s clothes

He asked “Son, where you headed?”

I said “Sir, I don’t know, but this seems like a good road.”

He said, “Why don’t you follow me?”

“I will show you the view”

“You’re headed into a dark valley”

“Come with me and you will see there is another road”

“And I’ve already blazed it for you.”

 

(C) Justin Isaac, 2009