Roadsong

Words from my tongue-tip get blown away
and the wind's with cacophonies rife,
still, this is the way to pray
wherever, whenever, whatever my stages in life.

That the road is endless,
and my body always rings true,
that days be charmed like a cherub's chuckles
and the front wheel leads always to vistas new.

Wherever, whenever, whatever my stages in life.