A Map to No Where

 

 

 

 

A Map to No Where

A map to nowhere needs no GPS

The road is open for interpretation’

The road is clear,

The car is full of gas

I watch the horizon as time fly's by

 unassured destiny

I travel,

I ride,

Like a ghost in the wind

I travel to and fro

I am Lady Abigail

I stand and deliver

 my voice loud and clear

The road to nowhere is full with good intentions

The road to hell is paved with better ones,

Time is suspended and life goes on

Watch me as I drive aimlessly

Like the toes of a ballerina

the compass of my heart points us in the right direction

 

I have no map or GPS

The road ahead is unclear

Ride with me, if you dare

 

~Abby~

The thoughts and feels expressed are those of Abigail-Madison Chase as she sits in the Cancer Center.