Hitchhiker

Where does this road lead?
My ambition, will it eventually feed?

Do I walk in the right direction?
Am I armed with enough protection?

Should I stop and ask the way?
Do I even care what they say?

And when I reach that place
Will I recognize the face,

The face of what I once desired
or will too many changes by then be acquired?

Will the changes be distortions?
Of hideous unequal proportions?

Or simply sweetness added by time,
of graces and beauty at their prime?

But too late it is to turn and run
and flee the darkness back to the sun.

So if in the darkness I have to see,
then a nocturnal creature I will be.

And by the rules I will abide,
until I reach that other side.

Until the first new ray shines through.
If not, the only other thing to do,

Is to stay on this road lost and weak
but surrender is a word I refuse to speak.