Beyond the horizon
there is a destination
a path.
It is not clear how
we, from where we are
to where
we seek
can follow that path.
It lies in
a murky
obscured place.
Or is it a place, rather instead
the sound of birds chirping
the wind blowing
the path so murky
you choose instead
now
another way.Each path
finds
a new way.
No path finds the way.
Lost in a moment
we drive ever onwards.