wrong way

didn't see the drive way

curves came and paths like signals

went haywired so much tension

friction was said to be a good

and disturbing thing

traffic and corner purpose

weren't sideways

turns and post office were gold

bottom line and forward path

became rules and system

belonging and a rule

of hope

nothing mellowed

and everything flowed

flowers sang goodbye

and hello awaken

over your soul

so long into the unknown and wide