What Lies On The Open Road Poem by Peter S. Quinn

What lies on the open road?
Ahead to my unknown future;
Everything's not easily followed,
Life can be an aimless moocher.
The days to dreaming will go
Departing from their reality
Like footsteps in the fallen snow
That one from the past will see

What lies there for you and me?
The dreams we can not hold
Coming within from nowhere free
Stories to our futures untold
Flowing through day and night
Sights that are passing by
Morning hours burning bright
Nightly glisten starry sky

You and I inside all this
Moments and minutes carrying on
Each trial in the morning bliss
Purposes that are never done
The days to each our yearning
Dices that throw each cast
Our flowers in yellow burning
To the going and departed past

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