The other side of the road

I wonder what’s on the other side of the road,

Is it green grass or fresher pastures?

Or a mirror reflection of the antithesis of life?

While I wait here looking down the road,

I see a shepherd, pleasantly tending his flock,

and think of those burned bridges as I run down the clock.

From the other side, I hear my name being called 

and those arms being waved,

that awakens me from my day dream.

But the only question still running through my mind is;

Why did the chicken cross the road?