THE ROAD TO NOWHERRE

Cul-de-sac. A route leading nowhere. 

No  Beginning. No end.

I can't get lost.

I can't go far.

On this ride to nowhere.

    What I can do is imagine.

While my chair's motor hums.

I zoom past houses at breakneck speed.

Feeling free.

Feeling alive.

(Five miles per hour.)

Stories, characters, this post.

All take shape in my head.

I keep riding.

I pass the same person mowing their lawn.

 (Approximately five times.) 

Time for my ride to end. 

I don't want the neighbors to think I am crazy.

The road to nowhere does in fact lead somewhere.

It leads to creativity.