I drove down a side road
Because I’m a man of adventure.
It was a beautiful path.
The birds sang.
Honey smell in the air.
A breeze sustained.
The sun kept my skin warm.
The soft clay held me in place as I negotiated the turns.

But it was a side road.
It only strays from the main drag for so long.
Eventually, I’ll leave the road—as I always do
even when I don’t want to.

Otherwise risk the possibility of parking the car
Getting out.
Realizing it was only a side road.
The likes of which are only infinite and true
When you leave them
And when you re-travel them, it’ll be that of mind and not of body.