Meandering ways
Here to stay
A small path
With no wrath
Can you see me winding down
The lingering shadow of my frown
Feel this road grinding to a halt
No more running of the malt
This little gutter feels like a canyon
Will this small life endlessly carry on
It really is quite a miracle
All these roads to hell
Don’t you listen to the oracle
But I’m sure she means well
The End of Angry Paths
