The Road

A long uphill road I go.
Where it ends no maps show.
I cannot see the way ahead,
and why I'm on it, no one said.
I only know I may not stop, nor have I any hope of rest, but looking back,
I see it track across the landscape of my life.
It seems I'm in a crowd - some faces I know, and some I love,
but then I see that all these others walk on roads apart, and on them walk alone.
We have but an illusion of companionship because no one in the world can share these roads we're walking on.
My road and I alone ascend;
only I know where it's led.
Only I can walk it to its end.