I see a road,
On and on it seems to go.
But sometimes my mind,
Whizzes by it all to find,
At the end a stop sign looms,
Illuminating bumps and bruises.
Awaiting understanding,
Pursuing meaning,
Proclaiming wonderment.
Following a course,
Though I know not why it was set,
Nothing to do but wait and see,
And follow the road in hopes to be free,
Twisting and turning the road will go on,
But never will I wander.
