Cliffhanger

He is the winding B-roads,
Pin-sharp, born to frustrate;
He's ambiguous, like English weather,
And like swirling tides, he's devil incarnate.

He is always the cliffhanger to an episode,
He leaves me hanging on for days,
And no matter what path I try to take
I can't seem to sail away.

I've been tossed around, a boat over his dark waters,
I've cried in them, salty tears merged with salty sea,
I've drowned in them, a worthless corpse among many,
But I won't let the storms take me.

A survivor, I crawl slowly towards land,
And my boat, ragged from the teeth of the tide,
Bobs back to shore and waits for me -
For me to climb back in and take another ride.