#1542-Unstrung

Temporary paths,

Leading to exotics roads,

Beckoning to be found.

Left or right,

Devoid of life,

It matters not.

It’s the promised land,

Around the corner,

Waiting with open arms.

Yet it’s often filled with

Noise, and empty promises,

Swirling all around.

Perhaps it’s best to walk,

Head down, straight ahead,

Calmly, without a doubt.

No need to end up,

On someone’s empty road,

Alone, and unstrung.