Still Building the Road

After the concrete, before the sun can even shine. I follow lines I've never seen,

draw my someone else's sign. They say the end is waiting, like it's clear

to see. But no one ever tells you where the end will be.

I'm not lost. I'm still moving. I'm not stuck. I'm still building. Each step builds

the road. I'm never laying down. I move because I have to,

not because I'm found. They say to keep going, like that's the

way it's done. Like it means a thing when it's said and

done. I'm not lost. I'm still moving. I'm not stuck. I'm still building.