Small Triangles
Small triangles, inescapable shapes of strength
Signs of unity, shapes of length
Places and locations, designed with lanes
Shaped by the past, shaped by the pain
Mapped by desire, Magellan of the soul
Mapping out a future, checking camera roll
Speeding past the last New Hampshire toll near midnight
Slow down for lakeside strolls under cover of moonlight
Assistance shown, assistance needed
Assistance found, assistance cheated
Blisters now, blisters bleeding
Down my arm, pointing south to lead it
So set sail, for small triangles
Months gone by, left me lying mangled
Losing voices, slightly jaded
On and on, til dying faded.
Michael Carney