The Road to Nowhere

The Road to Nowhere                                                  January 7, 2006

I am on the high road,

On the road to nowhere

In the mountains of ol' Carolina,

In the clouds where the angels dwell.

Somewhere in the distance,

I hear a shrill-pitched cry,

And then I realize there's something

Behind this long and winding road.

Deep into the wilderness,

I became perplexed,

Though about what, I know not.

A philosopher might say it's nihilistic,

While a mathemetician might say logistic,

But all I really know is that I'm just lost.

Animals howl, and animals growl,

And for all I know, there could be tigers galore,

Coming out to get and eat me for dinner

Along the road to nowhere.

This road will go on forever, I'm convinced,

Because it's the road to nowhere,

The road that neither leads us to Heaven or hell.

It may be way up in the clouds,

Existing clandestinely in their white shrouds,

And I say this, yet it's never so simple as that.

The farmer man down at the turn

Said this was the way to go,

That I must journey deep, up and down,

To find my heart's true content.

I've never known the likes of my lover.

The only woman in my life has been my mother.

Daddy told me life is rough,

That to survive and thrive, I must be tough,

And to say that time is only money is a falacy.

He said to me that there is a path we all must take

Along the road to personal glory, fortune, and righteousness,

And some people call it the road to nowhere,

But it's what you make of it with your God-given Faith.

I say that the road to nowhere is in Carolina,

But it can be there where you live in Kalamazoo, too.

Truth be told, it's all in your heart,

And your mind and spirit and soul,

Taking its surreptitious toll.

And that, I must say to you, my friends,

Ain't all that bad, no sir, no madame.

You just need to ignite that fire that will set you free.