2009

By Andrew R. Duckworth

There were a million miles of road,
And I knew exactly where to go,
But I kept asking for directions.

If you ask enough, you’ll find
The answer that’s been on your mind,
With no want for further reflection.

I was a lost one at the carnival,
Living life like an animal,
Accumulating scars upon my soul.

I was a man of foolish pride
That spanned damn near oceans wide.
I was content on going it alone.

And I would tell you I was doing fine
Throughout all of 2009.