Narrow slats of wood, ticking time,
step by step, gap by gap,
follow the rhythm and the rhyme.
Between the lines, its safer here,
follow the rest, stay on the map,
eyes straight ahead, the path is clear.
As if on rails, locked to this course,
has free will abandoned me?
maybe it’s time to revisit the source.
Beyond the boardwalk now I will tread,
free of betrayal beguised as friends,
along my own path I will travel instead.