That Road

There is a road that winds
on the far side of town
where the trees
surf the breeze
and cover the ground.

There is a road that winds-
I have seen it before.
To most, it's a road
and is nothing more.
But that lane
calls my name
and I cannot ignore.

There is a road that is green-
open and free.
It winds as far
as I can see.
I don't know
where it will go
but I know it waits for me.

Someday before I get too old
before my dreams
all rust
or mold-
Before I waste-
I'll leave this place
and go on down that road.

I will go on down that road...