Master and the Sub

This road I travel has not always been my choice, as a child sitting in the backseat while someone else picks the destination for you.Some of those roads were hard, painful and have left a lasting impression that not only have shaped the person I am but have also caused the nightmares of my sleep. When I was old enough to drive I picked carefree roads, roads with curves and danger, never thinking about what was at the end, just feeling free. As I got older  life caused me to pick the safe roads,ones where the scenery never seemed to change much, roads that always lead back to the same place, an unhappy place, one that ended in a detour I was not expecting and didn't see coming. I was forced to pick a new road to travel, this road is long, quiet,and the only cars I can see are in the distance seeming to fade out of site. As I travel this road,  I wonder will I find that companion to fill the front seat again, windows down, music playing, not a word spoken just enjoying the road the feel of happiness, waiting to see where this road takes us,