REMNANTS OF ROADMAPS

Home is where the heart is ,hearth is what hold the home fires

***** path or shiny blacktop laid out like veins when there was no one or anything to take up the reins

Many a maze left us in a daze, seeking venture or that new craze ,hearing the latest from the next town criers

Coast to coast often to much for most ,for some needing another hamlet to boast anything to just follow those new lanes

Never sitting solid like a rock ,even it can be washed into sand ,giving in to the call to see what new transpires

Reeling out the years left with memories of burning gears ,now maybe lost in new life constraints

Lines on a blueprint muddled in road signs,maybe cruising again from imaginations or however it conspires

Center of a nation peering out in every direction,what now? maybe just a thumb or a howling greyhound  ,make a new move with no complaints

Now video for everything not the old travel agent brochure,sparkling oceans or misty mountains ,a longing that still brings smiles

For some a need for speed, others just backroads glee,unknowing,unsure for me but could quickly change with new mates

Longing to find a new view over that next horizon is an addiction,for some just a burning need to post more miles

But as we settle in a predictable life  is met with less chagrin,maybe we've made our mark  more passive but waiting on new email updates. R.C.