Friday, August 30, 2013

The wrong road?

I don’t know what
Salvation means
As I sit on the train
From Journal Square
To New York,
Maybe it means
Although that seems
Too strong a brew
To swallow,
When most of life
Comes out of a series
Of wrong turns
We never meant to take,
And can’t take back,
Maybe instead
Salvation means
Finding clues to
That path we meant
To take in the first place
And getting some place
Other than where
The wrong turns
Wanted us to go
And even if we
Don’t get to the end
of that so called right road
We know we’re better off
Than if we hadn’t
Made the effort to
Get off the wrong road
Before it was too late.

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