Sunday, February 10, 2013

The Road

Asphalt highways, and concrete roads
The on ramps of life, the exits of old.
Some journeys begin, some journeys wane
Fleeting paths, never crossed again.

On through the night, and into the dark
Miles to go, take it out of park.
The search goes on, for what’s never found
The past in the mirror, I can’t turn around.