Dead End Road

Every day I watch you cross that street,
You make the same moves day after day.
To where you're walking, I don't know.
The street you travel is a dead end road,
But you continue to walk that ending road,
As if it's a place to go.
One day I will ask of you,
"Where is it that you go my friend?"
And you will answer,
"I go to wonder how it ends,
When there's so many places it can lead."
And from then on I will know,
That none of my paths are dead end roads.