highway

So I’m on the highway
And I drive straight
And look around
Sometimes the road curves
Sometimes it goes up, down
And I follow it
And stay within the borders
Some days it rains
Some days it snows
But I never stop
It’s easy because I’m in the car
Protected from the weather
It’s easy because there are signs
Telling me what to do.
One day I come to a fork
That splits the street in three paths
I’ve never seen one before
And I try to look, far into the distance
To see
Where each path will lead me
But I do not know
For each of the paths is endless;
This is where I realize
I do not trust the signs
I never had
I simply never had to choose before.
I think, and think, and think
About which path to take
And I lift my hands from the steering wheel
Letting the car choose the middle road
Not because it was right
But because it was no choice
Not because the other paths were wrong
But because I waited.
How lucky was I to have a middle road
How lucky was I
to wait for the choice to make itself.
It would be a shame
If
Someday
Somewhere
The road were to split in two
With no middle path
And no way to stop the car
No way to stop the world
I just have to
Turn the steering wheel
To one side
A real shame
Oh wait

22/06/2025