The Road

The Road That path where we meet And weave our tongues And tickle our ears With words in gossips. That path where our voices Blare like screeching tires, Soliciting companionship Amidst the cacophony of honks In a banter of delectable conspiracies Of sinners and preachers; Of the drunk and the sober, Of the virile and the impotent, Of the blessed and the cursed…, That conclave, Where we pan out our ears to eavesdrop; That path that leads to Golgotha; The Broadway and the narrow way…, The road, that leads to destinies!