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