THE WAY

 

I scratch my head

Start to bleed

Is this the lead?

That I must heed?

Is this the way?

 

I start to cry

Then squash the fly

And dry the tears

To lullaby my fears

Is this the way?

 

I choke the tongue

Taste bile in my mouth

Then take the plunge

Is north south?

Or east west?

 

Is this the way?

Is this my life?

To stumble on a field;

Or beat the strife

Then see the way?

 

I stare at my shadow

Then strike out the light

The deep is shallow

The sun is not bright

Can I see the way?

 

I choose to go

Then close that door

And stare at the rope

My stomach gropes

Is this the way?