Journey

Goals and destinations is all we hear.
Perseverance on ends, laser focus.
Avoiding peeks to left or right, far or near
With nothing to be noticed there or locus.
We long for the predictable frontier.
No path is safe. Ask the Autumn Crocus.

Eyes cast back, the road shall always reveal
The saddest path that shall lead to nowhere.
Need you twists, turns, hills steep, you want to squeal.
What of Robert Frost’s road less traveled there?
Show your journey’s gift was more than appeal.
The most of your ride on the Ferris wheel!