Where There Are No Signs

Scenery_Mountain_Pass_Road_3

To drive where I have never been
Without a map or GPS
To find myself on a hidden road
 In some forgotten mountain pass

To skirt the bad times of my life
To glide right by my worst mistakes
To speed to reach my ego’s height
To race downhill without my brakes

To have my thoughts, just like the road
Twist high and low and round and round
To go to where there are no signs
To find whatever can be found

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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