My way, Today

In a land far-off,
with time to spare,
I make my way back alone;
With thoughts of home,
thoughts of friends,
and thoughts of love unhad.

In this place of wholesome grace,
I see happy strangers.
But try I may,
the best parley,
they remain strangers.

And comes a time, when all is work,
and work is all there is.
Ah that time when I could whine,
and get my way within.

A hint of spice, a smell of home
and thoughts of days begone
And I count my days
a million ways
to keep my smiles awake.

Through the day, I make my way,
I make my way alone.