The road is a siren's song
it whispers to you
a persistent invitation
Are you not familar with it ?
Have you not heard the voice,
just before dawn, as the sun pushes back the horizon
Have you driven the same streets, the same roads
never contemplating a different direction?
Are their no maps in your head? No daydream detour?
The road is patient, but it is a door that closes
What it offers, it offers for only a few moments.
One day every road will look like a wall
Title from Walt, of course