What do you know
about the road
into the wilderness –
framed by the pines
in silent lines
of endless loneliness
The road, the road
which trails its track
through miles of forest-land,
without a destination,
void of end, beginning
and of any plan
The only travelers
traversing this way
are the likes of me –
they are the ones who stray
far off the beaten track
wishing to truly BE!
And when they reach
this almost-empty road
they know what there’s to know;
the world is void,
the meaning’s gone;
there’s nothing left to know