Roads that lead to nowhere

I wrote this piece after something I observed as I landed in Karachi, the city of lights, last year. At that time it seemed to articulate well where I was in life. It could have different meanings for different people. I haven’t edited or fine-tuned it. Copied as it is from the notes on my cell.

I looked outside the airplane as it landed into the night, and saw a network of roads

Lit up by lamp posts marking their paths,

Well connected roads, straight roads, curved roads

And I also saw roads that led to nowhere

These were long roads, well-lit roads,

But they would end abruptly, and end in nowhere

There was no civilization where they ended, no life, no activity

Absolute nothingness, absolute loneliness, absolute uselessness

Train track in barren land (Balochistan, Pakistan)

What was the purpose of these roads?

Why would anyone build a road that led to nowhere?

Did they know as they were building that is was going nowhere?

And what happens to those who travel down these roads?