The middle road
Walking the line
Losing the balance on the bends
The one side has its past place
The other a shimmering glaze
Though I've been told not all that glitters is gold
So I walk the middle line and try to see in both directions
Though the movement is slow
I walk and crawl as I go
I hope I still grow
As I work my way
to each cross road
I carry on with my
bread crumbs load