Looking for My Exit

I’m wandering down a road well-traveled

looking for the road less-travelled

and all I see are exit signs

to pit stops well-populated

and towns I’ve already seen.

The road map lied.

And yes, I know that road I seek,

the road less bleak,

is hard to find,

like I’ll see it

out of the corner of my eye

driving by,

and I’ll have to hit the brakes

real quick

and swerve the wheel

tires spinning gravel

to gain the traction

the road requires

and I’ll hit it loud,

pump the brakes

and coast into the silence

and peace of a less-travelled road.

I just have to find it first.