Curve in the Journey

Story by John Nixon

Where once green canopies and pastel petals masked our fate,
shielding us from unwelcome dreams,
now a fiery carpet on the steady road, lit by unfiltered truths,
leads us not to choices but to a curve,
casting doubt over what we know and confusing our desires.

Forward is the only choice, turning back just cruel fantasy,
so, driven by questions and desperate for hope,
we chase the promises and mysteries of Sunday Morning.