A Road Well Traveled On

I know this road, well traveled on; I push on through the dark. I look for you, in hopes to find; But, you're still stuck in park. This road it goes, in twists and turns; It's hills go up and down. And, when the water fills the road; I swim, and watch you drown. I had no choice. To travel on;" To see, where this road goes. I hope this road, comes out someplace; Unlike the roads I know. I push on through, and travel on; This road, I speak of now. At last I'm there. Out of the dark; Though, I can't tell you how. I look back down, the road from which; I stumbled, my way through. But, once again, it's dark I see; I see no hint of you. Why do you stay? On that dark road; That takes you where you go? Just take a left, next at the fork; Try one road, you don't know. Just keep your head, held way up high. And, keep on forging on. Alas, I see, a hint of you; As darkness turns to dawn.