Westcomber Trail
You sure make me smile
Although sometimes
I shroud in denial
Westcomber Trail
I recall where you began
When that old gravel
Became fine new dirt
But now belladonnas grow
What could ever make them go
Out of exhaustion I chewed one as I grinned
Westcomber Trail
I'm now some miles through
I'm not sure why
My vision's so blurred
Westcomber Trail
A smile pushes up my face
And my stiff boots
Drag through the dirt
Before I know it I'm lost
With no compass in hand
My arm extends
And I meet this path's end