Trail of Hay

As I walked along my path one day,
I stopped and looked back to see,
The path behind was scattered and thin as hay.

I pondered this for a moment,
Then continued to walk on,
Suddenly I found myself singing a strange song.

What the words were I could not tell,
Though the wind must have heard my ghastly knell,
As it danced around me, pushing me on.

Now I look back on that day and see,
That a narrow path was being trodden by me,
And had the wind not aided me,
Then I may have never been set free.