Crossing the 45th Parallel

To pass between, these winter walls,

While traveling at night,

Taken by reflection,

I mine my life

The trees have seen me come this way,

Many times at any hours.

They stand on both sides,

And greet me, as I pass.

A time and place, where winter begins,

I see inspiring sights.

Reminiscent of years gone by,

I mine my life.

I am, being expected,

By those who are waiting at home.

Taking caution,

Knowing I'm guided by white lines covered in snow.

On occasion I pass through,

From the life I build,

To the life I knew.

Only the trees would have seen,

Who held the wheel.

Only they would have seen,

When I grew tired of travel.

Only the trees would have seen,

Who held the wheel.

Only they would have seen,

When I lost control.

In desperate times, in such desperation,

This long road traveled once left me behind.

Now used, for gaining momentum,

The theme of it all,

Defines my life.