This Road

One day I'll look back on this road and wonder why I took it. I'll wonder how I fell in love with every bend, with the very feel of the gravel, with the past and the future, stretching out in both directions. I won't be able to give a definite answer, but I'll have one, tucked away, hidden from sight, in the dark corners of my mind.

The answer will always be the same: I thought it was the road which would bring me to you.