Now paved and tarred.
Yet, once it was not.
Was but a precious clearing
In the clutter of life
when strangers met
and walked untrodden grounds
not once, not twice, but several times,
and a path was born
random and untold.
Would it live?
Youth fell prey and couldn't resist
the romance of the forbidden.
The path seemed a gateway
to promised pleasures
of a fairytale future;
so it got paved!
Packed with hopes
and dreams, bearing
promises of trust
to a fairytale future!
But oh, it didn't stop there.
The paved path had to be preserved
in posterity forever.
A blacktop coating perhaps.
So it happened.
A tarred road it was,
and now
it is the end of the road.
