Poem: The Road Gone

What happen to the road?

Where has it gone.

It used to be wide open, now everything is closed.

The trees no longer scream your name.

The tunnels are hidden with the truth that has been knocking at death.

Hiding the curves so that you stay outside the lines.

Not making the right decision on which direction to go.

You sit and watch as each light pass your eyes.

They each got a story to tell and none of them involves you.

They do not even mention road in which you should go.

Now you must choose the path to go.