Road is casual, route is dull,
Until I walk, I am just critical.
Road comes alive, while I explore,
The beauty the thrill, it has in store.
It is my choice, it won't enforce,
What I want to discover, is my endeavor.
Some take to the usual, some to the rare,
Some take to the past, some to the future.
Some are leading to, an era gone by.
Some are so hectic, I wish I can fly.
Some turn left, some turn right.
Few can turn u, complete. !
© 2015 Hari Prasad S