The road to nowhere

The narrow road curves its way,
 Bushland marks its sides,

 shrieks and chirping don its way,
And the road continues.
With every step you make ,
the heart beats with want,
Remembering a similar journey travelled,
Remembering lost memories,
Awakening thoughts long forgotten.
Thoughts of how it used to be,
And the mind continues with this past time,
Of wanting to remember things started but not pursued,
Of friendships that led to nothing much,
Of money that never changed status,
And the mind knows ,
That this is the same road without a destination,
The road it had travelled for so long
Filled with hope and expectancy,
That things are different yet they are the same.
To shun this journey is to follow another way,
Where things thought of are done,
Where every ship docks,
And every plane hits the run-way
that is unlike the road to nowhere,
Because it leads to somewhere.