By Andrew R. Duckworth

One can lose their way
When searching in that sea of clouds
Just down the mountain roads
Where the land flattens out
And the land lies barren.
That sea of clouds,
So thick covering the ground,
Leads one astray who is homebound.
On the flat land, that sea of clouds
Waits for unsuspecting folk
To enter into peril,
Perilous unknowns,
Where one can lose their way
Just down the mountain roads
Where the land flattens out
And the land lies barren.