Short Cut

I notice trees along the highway and beyond Tempted as I drive to ponder each design To enunciate its weight in life's green scheme But each lone specimen evades me as I speed Toward unknown peripheries Of darker and darker Groves and forests and jungles Implicating blackness in the blur of green until Impatiently I change the station And watch the road It's just a short cut It ain't nothing but A short cut It ain't nothing but A short cut It's just a short cut It ain't nothing but A short cut It ain't nothing but A short cut In the tangled humps of exposed roots I walk among In preference to the flat meander of concrete sidewalks No subtle clues of something to do with souls impress me now No metaphoric mazes come to mind to puzzle me With riddles of the meaning of roots With the force of things unknown and new I walk among the tangled roots Only because the way is straight and short It's just a short cut It ain't nothing but A short cut It ain't nothing but A short cut It's just a short cut It ain't nothing but A short cut It ain't nothing but A short cut Implicating blackness in the blur of green until Impatiently I change the station And watch the road And walk among the tangled roots Only because the way is straight and short It's just a short cut It ain't nothing but A short cut It ain't nothing but A short cut It's just a short cut It ain't nothing but A short cut It ain't nothing but A short cut