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

Forgiveness

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.