They zoom past at infernal speeds
I clutch the railing harder
Unable to jump, unable to proceed
Steps keep seeming farther
I signal to the approaching vehicles
To take me somewhere, somewhere far
The air here is dreary
And the benches fatal.
One halts and I look inside
An old visage greets
The smile sardonic.
The words derisive.
" I'm despair, I've known these roads in and out
Hop in we'll have a roundabout."
I shut the door
Only to find
That this road prides
Of pains divine.
Alone then I traverse the sidewalk
For miles and miles,
Then it strikes me
The sun doesn't shine too bright on this side,
It's darkness that calls the shots.
And sadness which owns the roads.
Who'd have thought I'd hitchhike one day
On the highway of sadness
Pain drives the yellow Porsche
Misery the red Ferrari
Both colours of approaching spring,