On the Road to Where
A Poem by Simon Hamlin
Life stuffed in my car;
Goodbyes were yesterday.
You’ll go so very far;
That’s what they have to say.
Pink-blossomed trees,
Snow-sprinkled peaks,
Dirty windshield, beyond;
Should only take a week.
One station plays some hope;
The other classic rock,
Flip it to a teary song;
Any thing but talk.
I know where I’m going
But what awaits me there?
No map with clear directions;
I’m on the Road to Where.
Rusted roofs,
Weathered wood,
Purple sky,
I think I could.
Swervy words
Paint the page;
Fill up again,
Release that rage.
A smile brings me back, my breath;
The left lane from the right.
Another traveler’s blocking me;
No need to try and fight.
I know where I’m going
But what awaits me there?
No map with clear directions;
I’m on the Road to Where.
Cut right through the canyon;
It’s getting closer now.
Hazy blues and greens ahead;
Will I remember how
To set my feet
Upon this earth,
To stand up proud
And show my worth.
I know where I’m going
But what awaits me there?
No map with clear directions;
I’m on the Road to Where.
That other guy he died
A thousand miles ago;
The new one has arrived
To where, he doesn’t know.
Right there, right there
Man, can’t you see?
It’s never fair
No, let me be…
On the Road to Where.
Written by Simon Hamlin
SIMON HAMLIN 
2 Responses to “On the Road to Where”
It’s a fantastic, interminable road, and you describe it with gratifying precision!
Well written, love to talk with you about it.
Let’s have lunch. I’m available next Wed, Thurs or Friday.
Dad