Twisting Paths

I walk the Pretzel Valley and I never see the end.

The Gulch my destination, the Heights my restoration; 

Yellow roads will taunt and goad until I lose salvation.

Directionless and drained and stressed, I cry for rain to save me 

From the Salty Sea of desert sand as sun and heat erase me.

One foot before another 'til my legs are ankle deep,

A Sugared Swamp is sweet temptation for eternal sleep.

O'er cliff and hill I stumble on, and though my eyes betray me,

Through creek and Short Wood I press on; this journey will not slay me.

The Depressed Gully, shadowed land, defies and blinds the clever.

I rest for now in Ditches, but I will not stay forever.

I've walked the Pretzel Valley; my boots and feet are rent.

Press onward for the life of me until I see the end.