A Book of Poems

Everwinding Road

Why is this road everwinding?

I look and I look but I am never finding.

I drive i pull i swerve i merge maybe its just my timing.

I fall I get up and I keep on climbing, but oh God this road is everwinding.

I press on with no knowledge of where to go.

On this long and endless road I feel like just another John Doe.

I'm alone and my mind is ever so clouded.

On this road will I forever be bounded?

I walk and I walk, my shoes begin to tear at the lining, I don't mean to sound like im whining, but why is this road ever so winding?

I walk and I walk with all my shame.

But I look ahead and see a fork dividing the road into two lanes.

One goes left, one stays right I don't know which path to partake neither is very bright.

I look into my soul and even begin to pray.

I say amen and realize that I cannot just stay.

Both roads have ancient footprints and a past of markings.

My heart leads me to a greater path and I begin embarking.

Still there are no signs, nor lines to point me where to go. And still this road is ever more winding.

The difference is I am not alone.

There is no shame, nor do my feet hurt the same.

I feel like someone on this road, and my mind is no more clouded.

I know happiness, even from all the darkness that had amounted.

Even though there are no signs nor footprints of abode.

Somehow In my mind, and heart I know just where to go.

I begin to smile and even start to sing, for I know that I am under an angels wing.

See it is the same everwinding road, but this time I follow the King.