The open road that lay ahead
calls harmoniously to my soul,
the sound of moving gravel
a chorus of unsolicited whispers.
While some paths are well lit,
others are dark and unknown
where nothing feels familiar.
So each footstep is a triumph
changing direction at will,
no final say or fate accepted
only a sprawling open road.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
The open road that lay ahead
calls harmoniously to my soul,
the sound of moving gravel
a chorus of unsolicited whispers.
While some paths are well lit,
others are dark and unknown
where nothing feels familiar.
So each footstep is a triumph
changing direction at will,
no final say or fate accepted
only a sprawling open road.