the roadagain

blueintheface

Overlooking the puddle bay
On some given Monday
And in someway
I hope fate will bring me back here.

I stare into yellow highway lines
As they stare back at me
It’s a childhood contest
That out of context means so much more.

I realized
on the road,
I still play the same games I did
When dirt on my hands was joyful
And the world
could be circumnavigated in twelve minutes.

I discovered
on the road,
That most things will not change,
And that perhaps
We only rests our heads to escape this mundane.

I learned
On the road, of course,
That while the days of the week
Follow the same rhythm
The weakest days
Come unannounced.

So, as I
Find myself
Focusing on the end of the line
I stride confidently
Back through the gates
Of my past
With virtues
Up my sleeve
Spreading down to
My fist instinctively clenched.

twin2

That was a good thought provoker.