Wrong

I went the wrong way down a beaten track.
Tricked myself and never came back.
I dragged a bag full of stuff.
And found I brought more than enough.

The sunlight shone for a couple of hours.
When it went down I couldn't make out the flowers.
Lost and lonely, sad but true.
I am a silent pedestrian dressed in blue.

If I went the other way.
Perhaps I wouldn't have to pray.
But time is short and nights are long.
I would rather be where I belong.

Above the rabble and the crowd.
I can finally sing aloud.
I feel myself growing calm.
The silence is my only balm.