DETOUR  by Michael Kwack

At a crossroads today, my friend,
I again drove in the wrong direction.

On roads well-known and often driven,
Especially when I am alone,
This occurs more frequently.

If I forget my destination, I think,
Probably certainly it means 
I am not willing to go that way,

Or rather willing to go 
Somewhere else in my mind.

But life has only one destination after all,
And whatever route I may take 
Would be merely a detour, kind of.

So I didn’t make a U-turn,
But just kept going on that lane,
Wishing that to be worth driving too.