get lost
The run can feel like a crawl, I’m so weighed down by those that want to come along; there’s those that drive and those that are just looking for a way outta town and a promise to take them along.
After a while, they all want to stop. Settle down, build a nice safe house along the way where all the happy little passengers can finally rest. And yeah that does sound nice, I’d even stay and set up shop for a while, selling dreams and potions that taste like the road. You can buy reminders everywhere along this highway.
But it’s not real, the only thing that is, is the yearning for what’s just over the horizon. We can calm our souls with lies, or get back out there, eager little sponges soaking up sunshine and soot, burning rubber and daylight, putting miles behind us before stopping to dream.
I’m still running, driving away. It only looks that way to you, I’m going somewhere, not from you but to a better place. If you catch up in another sixty years or so, at the next stop or on another planet, you can ride with me again.
