The Road

[Poem: Charlie Dark]
The road is unaware of the numbers in your postcode
Doesn’t care what you’ve achieved, seen or done
Next in line, heir to throne
Or the nation's favourite son
The road will not come to you in visions in the darkness
Or send messages from above
There will be no warning of the journey on the road that lies ahead
Or alarm calls to summon you from the depths of your bed
Angels will not fall with dreams cradled in their wings
Choirs will not assemble on mass serenade or sing
When the road comes calling, it will find you when alone
Planets will not align, to lead you to the zone
of contemplative thinking where you talk and do nothing more
The road does not keep tally, the streets do not keep scores
Prizes won’t be awarded, medals won’t be won
Could be darkness devoid of light, first born, Jemima's son
Vietnam raised, now residing in the East
Subject of the city, under profit of the beast

Who knows that “who dares, wins” is a motto, nothing less,
“Carpe Diem”, seize the day, count the minutes, use one less,
The road is selfish, and the road can be hard,
The road can be long, the road can be far,
The road will bring struggle, the road will leave scars,
The road requires wisdom, the road requires truth,
The road will never care about the fire in the booth,

You can party all you want
But you’ll never raise the roof
Until you take time to contemplate
The seriousness of the truth

How can you appreciate happiness
If you know not what sadness is
Or the beauty of the moment
And the preludes to a kiss
The anticipation of thought
Between conception and truth
My lips are loose