The Last Crooked Mile

Saw the prints so there I track Standing here on the edge of the crack An alarming abyss and no turning back Peeking around in deep dark places There to find small little traces Of successes in life and all the disgraces There laid before me in my hand Not even a mere speck of sand Among the scheme of things so grand Soaring so high up and away Clearer there the light of day Watching in wonder the superlative display Climbing up on wings to take a ride Naked and leaving behind all aside With no reason at all or desire to hide No words invented could ever convey The visions there that come my way As I sit and ponder my thoughts today Some are good and some are bad Then of those that make me sad And of course so very happy and glad If wanting to sing while walking along Don't track in the dark places for much too long And never try to create your own words to the song Bad things can happen along the while But upon my face I want to wear a smile As I travel along that last crooked mile