The Road

travel with me there are miles to share
the dusty road holds charms to bare

hold my hand
travel far
know the route of my strange strange heart

seasoned friend where shall we steal
mountain, river or stream
tread lightly where my heart roams free
it tears slightly at the seam

i am not your concubine
i am not your friend
i am not your misery
or where your life should end

i am the road, the path that leads
the endless question why
i am the route of all of time
the deep and primal cry