Road Always Travelled

Sitting idle on a cooler afternoon A window seat’d forest view Spotted sunlight through the changing leaves Entranced me, a waking vision’s swoon, My life, time lapsed, on the dirty glaze, Was a B-movie, rated yawn, Just an endless melted reel, Wasted moments, missing days, Flying by, a startled dove, Risen from a hawkers creel, Shivered heart, stunted soul, Oil slick on my sea of love, Mayhaps a higher truth will tell, If any good came of my time, But as I rouse from my cramping trance, My self inducing dose of hell, I sit on the fulcrum, a well worn fence, And think about roads ahead, Only I can determine which far off shore, The boatman had carried me whence, But I’ll be damned if I can keep it straight, With so much whiskey on the lips, Roll the dice, I’ve seen enough, I’ll ride singing through that black gate!