Maps

 “Maps”

The road map to my life is lined with scars,

Stretch marks here and there, callouses do line my feet,

Having traveled down each dusty trail

Only to wind up somewhere in North Carolina.

The soundtrack that plays upon the radio in my head blares various little ditties

Singing about the woes of love and loss

Chiming in with choruses of rebellion and companionship.

Roll the dice to see where to next,

Hit the play button and continue down the next adventure.

A few more bumps and bruises,

Another teaspoon of tears,

Cooking up the recipe for living.

Here we go-- stopped at a red light…

Rev the engine and down goes the flag to take off.

There’s dust kicking up behind me,

A cloud of what could have been now lost on the wind.

Left or right; yes, yes... no.

Throw it into neutral and watch me roll right by.

Here in now, its all I see,

All I feel, its killing me.

Living each day to die in the end,

I wonder how I’ll get there from here.

Crumble up the map and let it fall to the floorboards,

Only I can decide where I want to go.