Between these li(n)es…

The straight road ahead
Filled with magic, wonder, and a mystical chest
I stand here looking at the straight road ahead
Contemplating why it’s so perfect.

I start walking down the straight road ahead
Dreading, wishing and hoping for the best
But when I reach the heart of the straight road ahead
I realise it is not all that direct.

Now I see in this straight road ahead
The bents, curves and all that it suppressed
I wonder how it was so mighty, this straight road ahead
When all it is, is something it rejects.

I often dream about the chest in the straight road ahead
Beckoning me to come with no promise of regret.

2015