Highway

The road was dark and deserted ,with past left to stare;

telling the tail of broken dreams,and hopes left bruised and bare;
the wheels kept moving,with a spark often to scare;

wondering when the ride would stop and it would take me where.

with no one in sight,

the road never seemed to end;

i took wrong turns quiet often,

and never got a chance to follow the bend;

the tarmac was dark and grey,

laid with a lot of pain;

were my tears showing through the ride,

or was the looking glass covered with rain?

i missed the directions,i took the wrong turn;

i ended the journey all alone,where it had begun;