Journey's Endless Road

In the heart of the land, I stand, steadfast and true,

A silent witness to the journeys pursued.

I've seen the weary souls and the brave hearts too,

Each passing traveler with a tale to construe.

My surface bears the scars of countless treads,

Yet I remain, unyielding, beneath the skies spread.

For though I'm stationary, my purpose prevails,

To guide and support through life's winding trails.

Like a stoic sentinel, I watch time flow,

Each step a story, each mile a tableau.

For in the dance of life, I play my part,

A pathway to dreams, a canvas of art.

Oft have I heard the whispers of wanderers' dreams,

Their hopes and aspirations, like sunlit streams.

For on my back, they tread the path unknown,

Seeking solace, seeking a place to call home.

As Robert Frost once mused, "Two roads diverged in a wood,"

Each choice a crossroads, where destiny stood.

And though I am but one, in this grand design,

I am the conduit where destinies intertwine.

So tread softly, dear traveler, upon my worn face,

For each step you take leaves a trace.

And remember, as you journey afar,

The road less traveled, leads to where you are.

For in the end, it's not the destination we seek,

But the journey itself, where our souls speak.

And like a road, steadfast and true,

May you find your path, and your purpose too.

-Prashant Sethia