On The Road

funny things go through your head,

when you’re 12 hrs into your third

5 hr energy shot, and you've been

driving for 17 hrs,

watching the trip meter go past

979, with 60 left to go,

so you drink another rockstar,

hoping your heart won’t explode,

squinting, as you try to stay

between the lines,

wondering if the lights coming

up from behind, are going to smash

into you or pass on by;

approaching a line of cars,

emergency flashers going,

trapped behind a drunk,

weaving from the shoulder

to the passing lane,

timing your pass, as he veers

toward the shoulder,
speeding up to 100,
putting as much room
between you and him
as possible,

happy you got a car

with enough power,

to make it by;

you begin to understand,

what is important,

and what isn't;

you start to realize who your

friends really are,

and who they aren't,

who loves you,

and who doesn't;

as you concentrate on getting

back to the only one who ever

has.

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