It was a long winding path below.
It meandered like a snake crawling through the sand.
It spiralled like a tornado perpendicular to land.
Some took a path, that no one would bestow.
A spiral that took years to bend,
Was now exploited by the human hand.
A lift that shot right into the sky,
An option some thought would oust to an all-time high.
Arithmetically proven like any graph or line,
Paths would cross at an unforeseen time.
A time we make a precarious choice,
A time flustered with fear and noise.
Standing a mere inch off the cliff,
Across the sea the horizon shifts.
Ahead, look down, like a massive crevasse,
Its time, we tested our leap of faith.
The puzzle piece that fits, the puzzle piece that never fails to make me smile /
