Bringing It Back

I must deviate from the pack.
When the trail goes cold I must learn how to bring it back.
Retracing the steps of an act.

I can't help but wonder.
And as the mind wonders

I must deviate from the pack.
When the trail goes cold I must learn how to bring it back.
Retracing the steps of an act.

I can't help but wonder.
And as the mind wonders.

I must deviate from the pack.
When the trail goes cold I must learn how to bring it back.
Retracing the steps of an act.

Getting this show on the road.
And this road is so little traveled
Dust and stones are thrown as I pass on by.

I can't help but wonder.
And as the mind wonders.

I must deviate from the pack.
When the trail goes cold I must learn how to bring it back.
Retracing the steps of an act.

I must deviate from the pack.
When the trail goes cold I must learn how to bring it back.
Retracing the steps of an act.

Getting this show on the road.
And this road is so little traveled.
Dust and stones are thrown as I pass on by.

I can't help but wonder.
And as the mind wonders.

I must deviate from the pack.
When the trail goes cold I must learn how to bring it back.
Retracing the steps of an act.

And retracing the steps of an act.
And retracing the steps of an act.
And retracing the steps of an act.

I must deviate from the pack.
When the trail goes cold I must learn how to bring it back.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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