Road
The road is there
I am here.
It keeps calling
Drawing me ever near.
Is it home
Where the road does go?
And who in the world could I ask
That would truly know?
No one understands
The vanishing point a way out there; and
None return
With stories to share.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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