I Write Poetry

The Road

The road I travel is rocky
With many stones
that make me think:
Just where am I going?
Why am I traveling?
Where do I expect to stop?
How do I get there?

I don’t know, I say
Just keep going
Someday it will end
The road will smooth out
But will it?

How far do I need to go?
When does all of this stop?
Where will it take me?
Why do I need to follow?

What would happen if I steer
Into another direction?
Will there be a fork to set
Me onto another road?
Or will I be making my own path?

Just what is beyond the horizon?
What will I see?
When will I meet my fate?
Why do I have to travel so far?
So long?

Just where does it end?