Why did the poet cross the road?
The question asked.
No answer told, not written in bold.
just a lengthy look inside the mind,
as it slowly unfolds.
Unwinding trying to get
two pieces to tie,
to make a little sense of
where the road came from
and why.
Why did the poet cross the road?
To ascertain for certain
that the road really exists
and isn't just a metaphor
for the way life twists.
To see if they can persuade it to
become a river instead,
waterways always
open up thought streams
in the poet’s head.
Why did the poet entertain
that the road needed crossing?
Was it a way
to share a tale of pain?
Or to show love
in a different
more flowery frame.
Was it to show the end is
but the beginning as it
cycles around again.
Or was it to reach a place
where he could look back upon
where his journey had begun,
from a different perspective,
like looking down upon it
from space.
Thanks for reading,
and thank you @realisticPoetryInternational
for the prompt.
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