The Road of the Red Cow
By day she would wander on the road
One direction, self driven by habit
By night she would return ready for the morning
So much of a routine that they called the road “Road of the Red Cow.”
Sometimes lives have so much routine
Just like the red cow walked day and night
Until, maybe either through choice or happenstance
The world as you know it changes.
In the routine world, what is your name?
Road of the Coffee Run for Sanity.
Road of Exercise of the Lost Cause.
Road of Laugh of the Irish Heart.
In the disrupted world, what is your name?
Road of Fall from the Steep Cliff.
Road of Spontaneous Burst of the Wind.
Road of Cry of the Lonely Spirit.
The measured life is sometimes boring
Its safe and repetitive
Throwing caution to the wind
Well, what would you expect?