winding

 
Walking down that long road
I'm going nowhere
In such a hurry to end up empty

The unfulfilled path
lonely and winding
always winds up where you are

In my solemn seek
for things I can't have
interpreting silence for meaning
headed out on the next dark train

Riding is the best
until the destination fails to amuse
cry tears of grief for the voided journey
You could have taken

Relax at the rest stops
and talk to whom you're supposed to meet
On the road of discovery