The Spirit's Upward Course

One move forward, one move back,

My train of inability

Always running on a track

Leading me to a destiny

Through alleyways and tired yards

And places I do not want to go.

I play solitaire with worn-out cards

And the engine of habit does not slow.

Her name I speak in secrecy

But the car seems empty now

The engineer is leading me

In ways I cannot feel or know.

If only I could travel light,

Have done with sorrow and remorse,

Throw out the baggage of the night

And right the spirit's upward course.