The Road ahead I prepare to travel
Full of holes and moles between metal and gravel
Replete with a series of frightening bumps
I have to drive anyway over the stumps
Roads are lonely and instill awe
Never tell the journey leads to where
Most often tend to paint despair
Makes one bewildered how to care
The hope of meeting an exotic fairy
not bothering the journey how dreary
Hope and expectations keep us moving
meeting somebody so caring and loving
The road becomes lengthened
and Goal post is far from sight
still I have no choice but to cross the bend
to continue the journey with all my might