winding road

no,
you
haven’t
been
down this road
before.

though,
you wear the same mud on your shoes.

no,
you
haven’t
been
down this road
before.

though
the birds sing the same old song.

no,
you
haven’t
been
down this road
before.

 
though
the clouds still hide behind the sun.

 
no,
you
haven’t
been
down this road
before.

 
because this time,
you’re not alone.