the last road

As I walk I find all roads lead...
to not the same place, just the same end.
We all walk in one way or another.
Some of us stroll others roll. Some lurk and prowl.
Others skate, dance, and wander.
Must we?
Why?
Do we stop to avoid the end? Ought we find an easier road?
Why not wander farther?
No one has seen the end.
The end of the road. Or have they?
Why not see? What lays at the end of the last road.
Where is that road?
Can you help me find it?
Where?