where the pavement ends

the confusion, the fear, the despair,
the excitement, the thought of joy, the future
so elusive
so crushing

i looked east
west would have landed me in the water
the road dipped and rose, then dipped and rose some more
then dipped beyond site

the road, if i ran
and kept running, running
where would the pavement end
when it ended, it would turn to dirt
and i would keep running
until the dirt would turn to grass

there in the grass
miles from where i started
i would be home
with you

for a moment
i believed
i knew the way home