Some where
along the way,
you have to pick and choose,
a place to stay.

Some how,
along the stay,
you'll pick up friends,
or lose some anyway.

You rest a while,
or run in place,
thinking maybe some how,
you'll leave a trail, or not a trace.

So you pick up your things,
and continue on your way,
because you've got a place to be,
and there's no more time to delay.

You move at first light,
at, indeed, the ****-crack of dawn,
through the hills and valleys,
through a neighbor hood of fresh cut lawn.

But somewhere along the way,
even with immense and terrible beauty,
you start to feel the weight of your bag on your shoulders,
and you wonder why you feel so lonely?

You have friends,
yes indeed it's true,
but there's not one yet,
who'll stand right beside you.

So some where along the way,
with a new found, driven goal,
you'll go out looking again,
to find someone who'll ease your soul.

You'll find treasures through the wreck,
peace within the storm,
you'll shout the echo of silence,
all in such an elegant and monstrous form.

You'll find this,
maybe him, maybe her, be that as it may,
you'll find this and more!

All along the way.