I drive
into a never ending horizon 
through the night and into the morning 
I collect the miles
the road I’m driving on frenquented by
workers, bums, sinners and saints 
thier dirty feet scabbed and bare 
their eyes wide and ravenous 
Palms open to the sky 
a desperate plea for a direction 
a destination 
an end
I drive pass them, hitchhiking on the side of the highway, hanging around exit signs
I drive on 
beckoned by the road 
seduced by the infinate distance 
I see nothing in the horizon 
Yet I see everything 
The road leading me to whatever destiny I earned
This is how it was meant to be