Road of the Bells

Lonesome roads...
are all that's known,
to the moon and stars,
with no one to call their names.
we reach into every corner of the universe.
make everything ours.
That lonely bell is ringing,
but there is no one there to hear it.
Since when did that mean it didn't ring?
Listen to that lovely, lonely bell.
stricken on the cracked pavement.
A whole world of sight no one will watch.