Road Poem by Ragy Sandid

Open road
A home for the homeless
A hope for the hopeless
A place of peace
Parallel to none

If only one
Could find that seclusion
Beyond the hum and drum
Of the wise and the dumb
And be done

With the droning sound
That hangs over and around
On the roof and underground
And find that baby's peace
That set every part into a passable piece

But that's the lease
We signed without release
The open road offers to appease
The lost soul in the chest
The one that looks for rest in the rest

Among the rest
Take every element as shelter
Strange mix like whitewater rafter
Does the soul guide the body or the body the soul?
On an open road you find both better.