The Road
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