The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.

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}