“This is the end, stop, go no further, trespassing not allowed! So many warnings! Enough already!“ Gun Roswell

Dead End

The warning, was loud and quite clear
That of, the end, being, oh so very near
It was the stop, the last one at that
No going further, just getting off fast
Heading it, might have been a good idea
Alas, stubbornly, hanging on to the rear
Of the car, supposedly, moving forward
As backing up, was no the option smart
So, moving ahead, without a clue, what would be there
Seemed, like a good continuation to the fare
Started not so long ago, as an adventure
But after the stop and turn back warning made a denture
To the otherwise perfect unplanned plan of a trip
But heading any kind of orders, usually skipped
With a sense of rebellion, what ever the gig
Going on despite the feeling of surprise strong
Was tempting, and finding out what was waiting
On the other side, of the forbidden sign
Well, how on earth could I resist that!
The car shifted slightly, as If itself fighting
Against the notion of moving forward
Was way too strong to resist, toward
What new things and experiences awaiting
So, what the hell, no time for hesitating
And so, the car moved along
As did I, with the sense of adventure, so strong