The road unnamed

There is a road that starts nowhere

A road that no one takes

The road that leads to god knows where

It is called the Traveler's mistake

The path curves in places where there is no need to 

And drops before the rise

Its prodigal in its futility 

A road not meant for the wise

It swirls up high on a mountain top 

Looks over the kingdom like a raven

Really unwinds in it's quick drop

In hurry of the falling heaven

If you stay still on that eerie path 

Nature reclaims you back

You can hear your feet and nothing else

In that lonely track

When you meet a fellow traveler there

You resist your tempt to talk

Cause they are the ghost of travelers past out to scare

You out of your course of walk

And the path doesn't end till you are lost 

to the world and to you 

Then you haunt back in your present track 

Start your journey anew