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I've traversed them now for many years,

'wrong way' 'one way' 'do not enter'

and all have led me to this deadened end.



My soul lies pothole blistered,

weathered and tread-worn

and much too over-taxed to be repaired.



I find no direction in which to turn

that doesn't lead me out of the maze

and onto the path of my righteousness.



All corners intersect at dead-man's curve

and I'm left to bear them alone

without a guiding light to divert my trail.



I can't go onward with no direction

and I can't go backwards

with failing heartbreaks and no reversal of my time.



So I am left cruising these bruised highways,

left alone on each of my byways

and forever traveling north, upon these nowhere roads.