I walked down that lonely road That sinuous, torturous bend You know how I hated The cold, the distance, my thoughts.
My thoughts flew back and forth Like a mad bird blinded by the light I was lost; I was lonely; I was in pain A mad bird was I. There was no way out of this blundering
Floundering directionless path to nowhere. There was no way out and the how and the whys Were the least of it all.
I was like that mad bird in full, haphazard flight.
