at first, the road appears anfractuous,
with intricate windings and turnings tortuous,
tumbled 'n chaotic, as roller-coaster,
springing surprises as new bread-toaster,
ravines and rivers, bends and loops,
naked rockfaces, climbs and swoops,
yet looking back, from start to now,
I see straight line as furrow o' plow,
traced in the earth as i trudged along,
grasping right and stumbling on wrong,
those cliff-edge encounters part of the route,
as my being descended down the chute,
but, i surmise, if i had taken,
another path, and this one forsaken,
i'd see it too as one line direct,
from beginning to end, just and correct,
at the end of the day, it depends on us,
what path we take on this star dust.