If I Knew Where I Was Going
If I knew where to go,
How to get there, and know
What to do when I got there,
How to put on the show…
If I knew my direction
And quite without vexation
I could adhere to the main road
And not have mention
That I might not belong here
That my heart could not quite bear
If this road were a short one
With a dead end; I would care.
For without all the side trips,
And without many small blips,
Could my clearing have sunlight?
Or bright April rain drips?
I think that it’s better,
If a little bit wetter,
That I take grassy track roads
In a car that might clatter
If I knew where to go,
How to get there, and know
What to do when I got there,
Well… I think I’d say no.
Copyright © Emma Gregory | Year Posted 2009
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