Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Track Record

I’ve been on the right track so long
it looks like space to me.
You can record the journey,
but you can’t understand it that way.
Pictures may say a thousand words,
but they are no substitute for being 
there. That’s how Hunter Thompson
lost his muse.

My track was lost in the undergrowth
of my upbringing, but my wheels found
their bearings, like learning to dance 
again after the surgery called birth.

People leave their tracks in many ways
and forms…things they create, children
they sire, disasters they cause…hey, a
scar is just another kind of legacy.

What I can do is look back at my track,
backtrack, and know that I was in the
right groove all along

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