relations are like roads

Lines separating on coming warnings. Dotted to pass. Solid to stay in ones place. Guidelines for safety. Keeping order within reason. Lights blinding sight in the darkest of hours. Unable to see clearly. Eyes squinting shut. Sun beaming brightly. Like high beams, rays burn the vision away. Miles traveled. Speeding up to get away. Slowing down for a place to rest. Spinning wheels. Rubber spins smoke as they squeal at times. Repeating songs play the same old tune. Knuckles clinch for the taking. Controlling self’s wheel. Easing up for the goodness sake. Paved paths stuck in place. Standing still. Rolled on by so many. Sometimes 2 3 4 wide. Who ever knows where their truly headed? Turn signals telling all directions needing a change. Some follow for a while. Others go about their own way. Break lights halting in caution. Yielding or flat out stopping the journey. It takes time to get where one is going. Accidents happen slowing the progress. But its ones quest to stay on task. Back roads. Shortcuts seem quicker, yet not as affective. A to b. paths not needing a new route. One could get lost or forgotten as they stray off course. Finding self in on a whole new stretch of roads. Winding and twisting a new life as the old way is not as effective.