MY ROAD

 Iam tired of this
I want to stop
stop being so stupid
so emotional
what and where does it get me?

I want to run and never stop
where theres a road
or create one
tired,frustrated of lifes constant punches time to punch back
I dream of catching a road and never getting off it
meet people I never met
go to plains I never would
don't want  to find my soul want to loose it
and never discover her again
old me begone by the spirit of recklessness be gone
never come to this body again

hitch a ride to this place
a place where smiles don't have baggage
and opinions and actions needn't be justified
where nothing but you just you matter
Neon lights pave the sides of these roads
cheap and unhibited
laying there untouched but conveying romanticism to the road
come with me hitch a ride on my wishful-thinking bus
I got plenty of room
laughter is frequent and loud
dreams are  many and uncensored
life is a cricle or a straight line
its a video game only you are the creator
my utopian road oh!my utopian road
where music and freedom are not just lyrics
where money is not a road sign
love,lust,innocence is not mocked
cynicism and sarcasm are not needed to guard yourself
the road has potholes
potholes of inspiration
my utopia,my utopia!

All the questions I dread?

Am I a conformist by not conforming?
Do I or we make choices or just choose to name them so?

I heard somewhere once that there are no "mistakes"in life am I not making enough of them?

Am I too scared to go with the flow?
will I jump at the first sign of love,but then again is that a bad thing?
Will I repeat the mistakes that my parents made or will I invent something new for my kids?
When my hands are just a mangle of nerves and hair as white as snow
and when I look into the mirror will I like what I see or what others see?
I 'am having a great ride or is the ride having me?
and most importantly will I die young/old?