The road must bend
And so should we.
This is the way
Of destiny;
To hug, though we
Don’t understand
The contours of
The changing land.

The way goes on
Past where we see.
This is a life,
Mortality;
To strain, although
Our eyes are weak,
For just a glimpse,
A tiny peek
Into the haze
Of distant days.
To travel thus
Is us, always.

The road goes on,
And so should we.
Just why is not
My place to see.
For green the grass,
And blue the sky,
And long the road,
But God knows

Why