The winding roads of in and out.
The title waves that are full of old self doubt.
The flashes of lights, blinding dramatics.
The fast paced sky becomes aesthetic.
All of this leads me to the destination.
I find you on my way to resignation.

You were the detour I didn't see coming.
When you talk, I get lost on the trail of longing.

You are like the mysterious unknown and yet I adventure. To not have not known you at all would've been a huge misadventure.

I don't know where this will lead, but for you I'm willing to get lost. I'll even travel the roads that are dangerous, the ones hardly crossed.

And I'm done for the day.