These winding roads surrounded by crippling trees,
Casting shadows of darkness over my car,
Tempting me to turn back and try another,
Each curve beckoning a dead end,
The further I go the narrower it gets,
The darker it gets,
The fiercer the trees are becoming,
The thoughts now getting foggy,
Hoping its not another dead end.
No map can decipher these roads I’ve travelled.
I don’t know where these roads are taking me,
But I keep travelling these roads,
Trusting they lead me to something better.
These roads have lead me astray before,
But not this time.
Something about this road feels better…