International Highway

There is a road they said that wanders on its own
And all those upon it are never sure where they will end up
They go to the city of misery,
And live int he town of mystery,
But on this road,
Should they choose to take it,
Could be taken to the obvious and happiness.
There is this road some say that just doesn't go one way
But twirls around and cuts in on itself
So that you may end up where you came from
A little thinner,
A little hungrier,
And maybe a bit bitter,
This road they say
Goes all the way
Into the village of hope
And into the kingdom of desire,
But you may not get there over night
In fact you may rest on the road for all times,
For the sake of a journey
no one wanted to travel.
In fact there are many who choose the road because of its ever changing scenery
They see snow one day
And flowers the next
They see smiles on tree branches bare and naked
And they see frowns on blooming apple branches heavy and sulking
They say this road is always clear
Who clears it no one knows
But all those who walk that path,
They never cared to know,
It is a journey to a destination
A destination not yet determined
and in that journey they find solace
in having traveled at all,
Some think its a dream they've all encountered collectively
And who can blame them
Because instinctively,
We cannot hold still too long.