Never construe the route you have created

day by year by life

to be your path tomorrow.

Change charges into your day,

uninvited,

leaving your road in rubble,

all signals smashed,

squeed street sign arrows pointing east

instead of north,

preventing any accurate continuation.

The only options left,

a sharp or meandering turn,

leading towards nowhere

but a fogging memory

of the way it used to be,

maybe,

and a longing for a never-was-past

or a tack toward a never-to-be-future.