A sign on the road, calls out advice
for life and love, a soul takes care,
Some are optional, others crucial
too many to count, any given day
 
A pick of road, a choice of route
a winding hill, a distant view,
A warning of sorts, or notice of change
a reason to care, or a point to ignore
 
Why signs at all? Why not abandon?
Freedom requires, a laneway of breadth,
Seems way too many, to be much use
when our choices include, driving too fast
 
A line of follow, painted in dashes
gives mixed thought, rain washed over,
A detour appears, and causes distress
darkness comes, to envelop the way
 
For a road of signs, with roles so vital
each message is clear, and shows us the mode,
I don’t intend, to follow the same,
for my path is my lot, with fresh approach
 
Thanks to Totally Optional Prompts for today post!