This is the Way
This is the Way Ground that wants to eat you Starting with the legs Peat lined labyrinths laugh at your compass Jest about your GPS Whilst hinting that it's life or death That you hold it all together Whilst the world around is hazy You've one foot in the gravy And the other on drier land So flapjack in hand You make a choice of where to stand, to walk Maybe even to run Thousands of times Until it's done Hopefully finished Very possibly not As this is the Way The Way you hope you're done with Before it is done with you ___ I wrote this after standing in Sleightholme Moor wondering what the fuck I was doing there in the middle of the night alone, with annoying nose bleed (no idea why, but I've been getting them from time to time since I was a kid) and a sense that being 98% sure I was heading the right way was not enough. It was raining and blowing hard and I was determined to keep my shit together. I wrote this thinking of that (and yes, I finished).