• The path of life has wound
    through over and around
    footsteps wear deep into the dirt
    and ruts become bare

    First comes Independence,
    a sapling that grows throughout a story
    and as it progresses
    from sapling to tree
    as does its people, the people "we"

    Then comes conflict, of morals and strife
    a scarlet letter in history
    born on each wife.
    Unsure how to respond
    the path continues on
    the letter following close
    disguised in a ruse

    On and on the path travels
    deep into woods
    wearing thin on souls

    And so we reach an even larger bend
    where those left behind are left to fend
    skin color debated, life measured in coin
    those who are fated, and should not be,
    torn

    We live in a world whose turns never end
    whose paths are worn,
    as we tread them again

    Each stick snaps
    as countless feet step
    the path of life we wander
    along an endless wrap