The road is a siren's song

it whispers to you

a persistent invitation  

 

Let's go. 

 

Are you not familar with it ?

Have you not heard the voice, 

just before dawn, as the sun pushes back the horizon 

 

Have you driven the same streets, the same roads 

never contemplating a different direction? 

Are their no maps in your head?   No daydream detour?  

 

The road is patient,  but it is a door that closes

What it offers,  it offers for only a few moments. 

One day every road will look like a wall

 

 

 

 




Title from Walt, of course 

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