Flatland "It's a long road that never turns"

These lowland roads!

Threads of stories stretched out straight
through page after page of curveless plot.

The future lies all there before me,
so the question of what next fades
into a horizon forever retreating,
my journey now a matter of perseverance.

  Do these endless skies somewhere meet the asphalt
  artifacts of this simple geometry?

  Does one ever really arrive in flatland?

But I still don't know—
shall I take my place with the
chorus of roadside weeds,

or count my steps,
watch my breath,
and lean forward into the wind?