Incoming from both sides
Hands sweaty, both jitters and fright
Why'd choose this path, he asks no one
Oh for a Google map with no guarantee anyways
To plod on once commitment's forgone
A destination imagined, dreamt of, forever and always
Thing is, you ain't driving all lonely
Whistling a tune when the conversations go lonely
Diversions, distractions, stoppages all plenty
Threatening to stray, to paltry, to forgo sanity
A full U-turn beckons up ahead
A change, a route unchartered on offer
A funny bone tickled, a guffaw emitted
A choice neither asked nor preferred
Baggage, passengers accidental & planned aplenty
All that start-overs require a severe discard
To not end making the move an insanity
Made at speeds of pure disregard
So he ignores the pass
And presses ahead unerring
Whatever comes, what life hands he'll accepts
With a smile, a song, strong hope unending
Whatever, wherever goes, he quietly reciprocate
There's wonderment to discover, to receive, to appreciate.
Painting of U-Turn by Jessalin Beutler | Saatchi Art
