The Contented Road

In every town you'll find me,

Sprawled, cluttered, empty and straight,
Way that ties the world.

The uninvited guest beneath all crusades and pilgrim's knees.

Bearer of the hearse and slow steps that follow.

Resting place of parting tears.

Escape and the way home.

Wrapped around the world I wait.

If you berate my rain soaked streets, if your doors close to me,

What of it?

I am the journey others take. 

I am the road.