An Open Road

I am always reminded of this when someone asks me "So whats up?".
It seems such a ritualistic question which either leaves me wondering about it or respond a "not much".
It's something i don't know where i have seen , if i have seen that is. Yet i see it clearly.

It's some vintage car , running in a desert. A straight black road. Straight. There is no sun, but there is some light. The more it moves on , the straighter the road becomes , but never to see an end. Just a straight black road , with no-one around , not even the sun nor the wind , with the sand just still. The stillness on the road is not disturbed for there are no passer-by's. No honking nothing.

And on the other side, and while typing this , I remember the old saying , "the grass is always greener on the other side ", there is a boulevard , and there is traffic as well , and there are people looking at each other. And there is the breeze and the spring or the rain sometimes . One can't listen anything on the road that runs parallel and yet one can see , sometimes that is , when one wants to that there is activity there.And he feels a little too alone. For no matter how fast he tries to drive , the road seems endless , no milestones as well. Just him and the road. An open road.