My Very Own Road

What is that I see
Stretching ahead endlessly
Pray, where does it lead?
Why I see on it
No trodden feet?
Perhaps abandoned or ignored?
But oh never mind
It’s my very own road…

They are friendly – the old brown leaves
The rocks, the dirt
And old, fallen trees
At once snaking and often falling
Into unseen abyss 
And never returning…  
But this unfriendly stretch
Is my very own road

On it I will walk
Till my sunshine I find
Never giving in, never turning back
To run into the arms
Of love, I never had
Failures are far behind
And success chases me
Down these brown ruts
I call my very own road