My Grand Finale.

I'm standing here looking over my shoulder
at a road with an unseen end.
My toes are pointed at the direction before me
but I'm weary of following trend.
These signs all around me are cryptic
in a language they I know I can't speak.
There's a light at the end of this tunnel
but at times knowing where makes me feel weak...

Like this path is a considerable cheat
because I know where I will end up.
So my eyes wander over my shoulder,
at the chance to drink from a different cup;

To taste a different wine,
swallow a different brew;
to know there's something else
bubbling in this humble stew.
To go a different way
less conventional today -
Let my eyes take a chance,
ponder backwards;
different dance
to something once that never was, could have been...
while my feet point the way
to a destiny today,
let my eyes wander over my shoulder
at a road with an unseen end!