I cannot speak for all who stop

'Long roads less travelled on their way

Nor question choices made with hope

In days long gone or nights long spent

Of words they spoke yet did not say.

Each road is long, though short it seems

And credence gives each road a name

Of fantasies sun-drenched in beams

Or choices turned to darkened dreams

To where each road bends just the same.

From North to South, then back again

I followed birds like all the rest

Escaping nature's snowy den

On roads I've seen and places been

Forsaking roads that travelled west.

This journey comes now to its end

As road’s reflections lined in chrome

Give way to roads with greater bend

And empty signs that still pretend

They point the way to home to rest.

But all roads lead to where we go

And where we go is where we've been

So home is just a word we know

That space in time most apropos

For where we want to be again.

For even home, it seems to me

Is still a choice we all must face

From day to day and endlessly

To choose if home is going to be

Just another road or the place to be.