When hopes are dashed

When hopes are dashed 
And all around seems dull
And uselessness prevails and all thoughts take downward turn 
Head to the lanes  
And breathe 
Look the mist and the rain in the eye
Run headlong into the wind
And stride towards the hills; 
Oh to be out on the road 
Going not wither or where
Taking all thoughts and questions 
Releasing them into the air.