There are two types

Of love roads one

Is flat and straight

And long disappearing somewhere

Off yonder way out

There that even squinting

And shading ones eyes

You can’t tell just

How far forever is

The other is winding

And weaving and challenging

One that requires concentration

And stamina and expertise

One that is full

Of careening cliffs and

Tight curves and acceleration

And hard braking and

Heart breaking sudden stops

But in hindsight if

You were to stretch

Out the curvy one

And lay it alongside

The straight one you’d

See that both cover

The exact same distance

It all depends on

You which one that

You’d prefer to travel

Sometimes one sometimes both

It’s never the destination

It’s always getting there