From time to time,
along the way.
I've chosen some paths,
that led me astray.
They took me one direction,
and I never saw the signs.
That warned me to turn back,
from the dangers I would find.
I've met with a few road blocks,
found myself at dead ends.
Always looking for my destination,
just around the bends.
I tried to stay on the right side,
of those railroad tracks.
But sometimes I'd cross over,
never wanting to go back.
Maps to me were useless,
I had no set course.
I never used a compass,
or a guide of any source.
I only wandered around,
mile after tiring mile.
Never stopping to rest too long,
only for a little while.
Setting back on my journey,
not knowing who I might meet.
Determined to find my way again,
to the sunny side of the street.