The open road
Projected before us,
Awaiting life,
Undisturbed.
Through dimly cast light,
We imagine
What's there,
While squinting
Toward signposts
Too distant and blurred.
Shadowy paths
Veering off
Beyond sight,
Flanked by forests
Of dark indecision.
Impulses quelled
By illusions of past
Keep us focused
On views
Smooth, yet narrow.
Looking back
What we see
Is shrouded in mist,
True memory
Forever eludes us.
Just one way to go,
Though the route
Is our choice,
And adventure
Our tireless friend.
