The Lonely Road To Tomorrow

the lonely traveler pauses to contemplate the road sign ahead the decision of deciding a path that has no foreseeable ending just another choice to be made and lived with like a gambler the rambler rolls down a dusty road continually chasing the sunset that lights the cirrus clouds in the shape of flying crosses and holds the promise of a good night’s sleep the grain of earth and of life dwells within every crevice of the strangers being his clothing the folds of his skin deep in his ears crusting his nose and mouth blurring his vision but the neon lights and highway’s score provide a romantic and cinematic atmosphere that makes each road connect to the next and wind into eternity just outside city limits he always passes through not assigned a number with no forwarding address just another story to transcribe and another memory to describe like an interstate prophet he absorbs the turbulent world encountered in every step taken in tattered torn shoes and creates an uncertain future that mimics the readings of his pocketbook of road signs and mile markers which take him one step closer to the ocean and the ever evasive horizon where a good night’s sleep awaits and a new days dawning is promised