The Only Road

Brake lights seen are often rare,
Like red eyes in eidetic stare,
All these corners never straight,
Twisted by the open gate.

Stop him!
Hold him there!
Pray upon life’s saving ride,
A thousand tears
I’ve cried. I’ve cried.

A reading of my story tells,
All other roads go straight to hell,
Sibilate sounds lock wooden doors,
But on this ride, will hear no more.

Stop him!
Hold him there!
Upon my seat, no longer bound,
My happy ending road is found.