“Life’s Winding Trail”

 

Study the trail you are taking… be wary of life’s creaking bridge.

You may fall through the cracks, leading to chaos on Heartbreak Ridge.

 

Happiness seems to be just a way station between too little and too much.

When you’re looking for admiration, using deeds of the past as a crutch.

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You put on your elevator shoes, on the otherwise short shoes you wear,

to make yourself bigger and more visible, when your true feeling is total despair.

 

High-fiving small deeds to feel good is missing the point, so prepare…

You shoot to be a big-time player, offering nothing but yesterday’s hot air.

 

Lines on your face turned to Grand Canyon’s deepened by a series of bitter regrets…

leather skin, bent fingers, grey whiskers, pockets full of pennies and half-butts of cigarettes.

 

No, no Fabio look, or Fred Astaire moves, my racecar has gassed at its last station.

My fears and doubts could not have happened without my full and faulty participation.

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The stars are but glaring streetlights, the mean streets a fatal threat.

If you travel down life’s winding highway, just how far do you think you will get?

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-Peter