Forgotten and Broken Lanes

I saw the remnants of a road that no longer leads anywhere, its gravel blips whispering lost destinations.

Once, it was the highway to dreams; now, it's just a shoulder for tired thoughts to rest. Routes abandoned.

Shadows of map lines danced in dust motes, flickering like memories of paths once walked.

Speak softly to the forgotten lanes. They remember the echo of wheels when they spun stories of travelers.

Paved with aspirations, the remnants ask for nothing more than an occasional glance.