Swirling Dust

She was traveling along
At a comfortable speed
On a road that was paved
But covered in patches.
She looked up ahead
And the road looked smoother up there
But the haze of the sun
Made it hard to see how far.
Then she came to a fork in the road
This new road looked nice
With green grass along the sides
And daisies sprinkled throughout.
She put a toe on this new road
And started to run downhill
But she could still see the patched road
Out of the corner of her eye.
Then she missed her patched road
And struggled up the slope
Only to find
That it was raining here now.
She took a leap and headed back down
The new smooth road
With grass
And daisies.
But soon she noticed
There were patches here too
But of a different sort of shade
And the grass and the daisies were artificial it seemed.
She reached up towards
Her old patched road
But found a guard rail
Running along its undefined length.
So now she treads on her own road,
It's just dirt and dirt and dirt
But there are a few trees here
And some deep-rooted flowers.
The sun follows the moon
The moon follows the sun
Over the dirt road
That she must tread upon.