Road to Somewhere

Sometimes narrow,
sometimes wide,
sometimes smooth,
of gravel sometimes,
lined with flowers,
sometimes with cacti,
clouds hover above sometimes,
hard-hitting Sun some other times,
wind blows sometimes fast,
still is the air, forever it seems to last,
sometimes a group,
alone sometimes,
follow this path.
A path to where?
A tad baffled,
but I think,
it is the Road to Somewhere.