THE ROAD UNTRAVELED

A strange road it was,
People were walking with eyes closed,
Nobody stopped for the other,
They just kept walking down the road.

Whistling a man walked on it,
In a manner of gaiety he rode the road,
With eyes full of surreal dreams,
And eagerness to see what lie ahead that showed.

And then his eyes met someones,
At that moment he knew he wanted to walk alone no more,
The dreary road had suddenly come alive,
Flowers bloomed, leaves shown, spring was in the air.

The sweetest of sensations flowed through him,
He could hear the buzzing of the bees,
Smell the greenery of the grass,
Take joy in watching the dancing of the trees.

They walked hand in hand,
Moments passed too quickly yet had in them stored an eternity,
He thanked the powers that be,
For making the journey an unrivaled ecstasy.

Every moment together was a bliss,
The hours of togetherness made his heart leap,
For nothing else mattered thereon,
Immersed in only thoughts of present would he wake up and sleep.

And then one day it happened,
The hand was pulled back,
They had said they would stand by each other,
He still was, unable to fathom reasons for the gap.

That day something inside him died,
As he watched the parting,
Mystified by the ways of the world,
He saw a piece of him leaving.

He must keep walking,
But knew he did, he would turn like the hordes,
Not stopping, not caring,
Walking with eyes closed on the road.

The sun will rise again, the stars will shine again,
But never will he hold another hand,
Disillusioned of where the paths are leading,
The traveler, keeps walking on the grains of sand...