The winding, binding, turning, yearning,
Road.
The never ending, construction Ridden,
Forbidden
Road.
Who knew the wondrous blend of rock and tar could contain so much power over us.
No one dares take one step off the slab.
We only stay in the limits of what we know,
Not daring to find out what great new place could be just beyond.
It didn't used to be that way
What brings us here?
Back from the old carefree days when it didn't matter...
Conformity
Or is it just curiosity,
of why so many before have followed these never ending paths,
that connect us
bind us
to each other.
