Roads
Roads are
mundane. Roads are ubiquitous. Roads, to some of us, are inspirational, intriguing,
even exciting. To some of us, a road will stir our curiosity. To some of us, roads are compelling. Some of us suffer from wanderlust, itchy feet,
a need for adventure, a desire to investigate, to see and experience more, more
than life gives us already.
There is a
road you have never been down; you have driven by it once, a thousand times and
wondered, “Where does that road go? What’s
down that road? Who lives down that
road?” The day comes when you no longer
ask a question about that road and say instead, “I want to see what’s down that
road.”
You turn,
turn to something new, different. You
have fed your curiosity and have become addicted.
Still 'round the corner there may wait
A new road or secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
A new road or secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
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