One Ticket Traveler.

If I got off here in the middle,
at some rusty old station,
The train would still go on,
to find its destination.

For, I'm just a one ticket traveler,
Status, Confirmed;
From Station;
To Station;

Going along laid out paths,
to mapped out places,Where,
countless souls have gone before,
countless more will follow after.

One ticket travelers, like me,
have got no thrill.
They've seen this tale unfold,
they know the drill.
Yet, for weary cues they wait,
watchful still.

Like they don't already know
the end of the story
is sealed in bold
right in their itinerary.

May be Frost had it right all along.
I've just been travelling wrong.

If I got off here in the middle,
at some rusty old station,
The train would still go on,
to find its destination.

For I, no more a one ticket traveler,
can only find by myself,
if there is, for me,
waiting in the woods,

A road, not yet taken.

. . .