It stood as though by chance, By dumb luck rather than design, To close the gap between the old, abandoned mill And the old, abandoned road, Rocking back and forth with each step, Turning 'Left, right, left, right' into a state of mind, More than just the words I told myself To keep from crying, Back when a 10-foot fall into the river Was a 10-mile venture to the bottom of the world, And to be a man meant crossing, And time meant only sleeping and waking between.