The rifle shot re-directed my compass
My foot hold on my sanity was blurry
For 37 years I have staggered forward
One chapter to another seeking salvation
for a resting place
My choices have not always been of my own
nor my hearts
My seeds have grown into beautiful trees and flowers
Watering them each in my own fashion
I fed them and they have given me much
I have walked with them on their path
I have learned much and with passion guided them
with out a true compass nor a star to hang on to
From the smoky haze I am emerging to a new
level of wisdom
No more free falls just gentle breezes at my back
Give me plenty of sunshine for this solor powered man
I am moving down the line.