This Road
The rest of my life:
A long and winding road yet untraveled.
No signs, no warnings, but the still silence of new asphalt.
If it curves, I'll take it.
If I swerve, I'll make it.
This road is tricky, dangerous, misleading,
But the yellow lines mark my path.
I'll stay true,
Follow through;
I'm going to make it, whatever I do.
This road is unfamiliar, but I'm sure to see great places.
I am destined to ride, to seek, to arrive.
It may get rocky, and I may get lost along the way,
But I have a lot to look forward to,
And I refuse to look back.