A Highway To Nowhere

There are coloured wavy lines
in that space I call my mind.
They look like swimming snakes
searching for something to find.

They are going in one direction,
fluorescent and shining bright,
but like goldfish in a bowl
no destination is in sight.

Perhaps they are an indication,
of what is yet to come.
A direction of which to take
in a darkness without sun.

An escape from the gloom,
from the bleak, and despair,
or maybe it’s simply showing
life’s a highway to nowhere.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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