The open road

I have not found life on the beaten track
It lives on the open road,
Where broad skies breathe and dreaming dares
And people rarely go.

I have not found life in the five-year plan
The fast track killed me slow,
Compliance stripped me cold and bare
She even stole my No.

I have not found life in my worried cares
Heights expected dropped me low,
Contentment creeps in the quiet hour
Through windows love-a-glow.

When I dropped my grip on my little track,
Oughts "to do", "to be", "to know",
A larger land was waiting there
Upon the open road.