a linear path I feel I go

certainties not to far to grasp

steam rollers working overtime

make new paths before I show

no longer rocky, a gentle glide

my old ways dressed in discuise

direction now my great contemplation

my certainty no longer a prize

forces beyond my nature tredge upon my soul

as the roads begin to cross, I feel sabotaged

no matter the direction

I am sure to pay a toll

I miss my trusty rocky path

In it I was steadfast