One More Mile to Go

Bag over my shoulder, I walk in the soft glow of the full moon.

Dark and cool is the night

How many miles I've walked, I can not tell

But always one more mile to go, one foot in front of the other

relentlessly ever seeking what lays ahead

Memories fading of where I've been

One more hill to climb

One more valley to cross

One more sunrise

One more sunset

One more friend

One more love

One more danger

One more evil

One more adventure

The wild and crazy

the sane and mild

There's a fine line that separates them all

some judging

some bewildered

If you walk far enough, you will meet them all on this walk we're all on