Road Warrior

The dark cold tar

Glistens from the light rain

I must follow the yellow broken line

Before it was a quest

It was an obsession.

Finding my road’s end,

Is to start from the beginning

Surfing the net,

To unwind

Secrets that began

Before my time.

Discovering that the beginning has

Just turned to a Dead end,

Where the secrets died there

Only last year

And never the secret revealed

To any of her peers.

So the dark cold tar

Glistens from the

Light raining tears,

As the yellow broken line

Beckons me on

In life’s unanswered fears,

To continue to be.