That Great Faith Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

i am scared of commitment
of choosing a path
of staying a course

life is not one river or road
but a delta
a lane less highway at rush hour
a race to some
vague idea,
that we have learned to believe
will be better than where we are now,
waiting
over the horizon

and whenever en route
i find myself feeling
that there are only

more cars, more water,
more water, more cars,

unidentifiable dead ends,
off ramps to bad neighborhoods,
global warming
and drought
to evaporate us all
into
nothingness again.