I dug myself out from the deathly cave
Of my own house
I took my first steps
Gliding into white driveway

The snow smashed underneath my feet
As I trudge through
Like a hiker almost at the tip of the mountain
Tired, slow, and pushing himself to finish

I pulled myself through
The glistening, confection sugar, snow
I swiveled where I was
To admire the Smokey ash sky

Trees flourished over my head
Illuminated the tips of the needles
That rested carefully upon the trees

Telephone poles
With charcoal wires
Of voltaic elecricty
That flowed easily and briskly
Like a school of fish

They all seemed to outline a picture
Of coiling road

I lifted my head with more pride than a tiger
Marching down the road
Prepared for all the turns
I will have to endure in this coiling road
But I know to never take a wrong turn



A swerve that people seem to make
That leaves indents and tracks
Which were never intended to create

If only you keep your eyes forward
And concentrate
You will never swerve
From the endless
Coiling
Road