Alchemisticpurplepig

I’m beginning to doubt this path, In the beginning it was bright, colorful, exciting. I had made plans for a walk, set my route, checked my maps, And set off on an adventure that was sure to be wonderful. About a mile down the road I looked up at the sky, it was bright blue. Another mile or two and the pavement tailed off, giving way to a crude dirt trail. How delightful, I thought aloud, this is sure to be a marvelous trip, But not long after the rain began to fall. The once solid, compact, peaceful dirt trail, transformed below my feet into a soggy, sloshing disaster. I lost one of my shoes to the mud, the other soon followed.

Tonight is the night, the night we write It's been a while since our words took flight Are you ready to go, up, up and Away, Somewhere between night and day. Down in the valley I'll hum a tune And pray that summer will be here soon Cigarette smoke hangs in the air Leaving its scent on your long dark hair Together we sit as the years roll by You can lose yourself staring at the sky In the backcountry of their minds we'll roam If you lose your way I'll carry you home.