Journeyman

Years ago I would journey to this path
Where roads merged from elsewhere
Full of bad omens and unsettling scathe,
Dilapidated and unthinkably in needs dire.

My life again journeys across
the shingle road and pass through a tunnel with a cacophony
I am not sure if I am going to win or be at loss;
I do not know if it is going to be a win-win or phony

Road that has trailed through the hamlet to town,
And across quite a lot of roundabouts;
I failed not to be with the lanes, I have always gone
Without a thought of strife, haze or doubts!

Be these lanes always a torchlight
To see through the dark and dusky pathways,
To take victory over, and ever delight
To make the most out of it through my choice.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin