When the skies are black and you feel lost
Will you search at any cost?
The road less travelled might ease the pain
With rolling clouds and pouring rain
A great distance gone but still not done
Traversing continents without an ending
Sleeping under stary skies of inky black
Embers spit until daylight
Eons pass but still you roam
The open road is your home
As you venture beyond the pale
What little will prevail?
Mountains high and rivers long
Nature sings an endless song
Tracking to win the game
Quenching thirst from canteen
Avoiding predators as you can
Shletering from the storm
Eons pass but still you roam
The open road is your home
City streets of neon light
The cars slink without sight
Towering edifices of darkness
Blotting out the sky above
As sirens roar from all around
There is just so much sound
Numbers you can barely fathom
Time for you to leave and abandon
Eons pass but still you roam
The open road is your home
Simon A Jackson - Writer 