Who’s to say

that things can’t change

that the world can’t sway

My way?

Who’s choice is it to make

when you need to save face

need to embrace

My way?

Forward yesterday

always in a chase

on the grind to find a solid base

for My way…

Are you willing to pay

the price it may take

to keep the bridge without breaks

from My way?

It;s a constant race

at society’s pace

to stay from under the haze

of My way…

A needle in the hay

is what this assimilates!

Is it all worth the wait

for My way?

An afterthought of love saved

Remembrance of that dreaded grave

Disillusioned from the gripping pain

of My way…