En Route

I am tired of the cheap carbon cop outs
As to why my life is not the perfect peach
That I have tried to cobble it into
The road less traveled
Is so for good reason
More internal than admirable
With more dips en route than perfect vistas on tap
A tired journey of spilled wine
Burned time
And more tears than framed accolades
But every destination I have ever dared to daydream
Is somewhere along this long wandering trail
And whatever it is
That was always meant to be mine
Is certainly at its end