Mayhem and Magic

The path was supposed to be straighter,
a clear, well marked
a highway that you traveled
in your bright red muscle car,
top down,
Z Z Top blaring as you danced in your seat, sure
that nothing could stop you
except of course, that
the road is often a winding thing,
a place of potholes and pitfalls,
where detours outnumber the roads,
not that this is all bad,
for the detours can bring mayhem
or magic
in equal measure.