The roadside,
a highways graveyard
for memory’s
and careless litter.

A million
white lines
blend into one

The road
goes on forever
When you're on
the last run.

I found
my yesterdays
on the road to tomorrow
Degraded, discarded ,
old and forgotten.

at night
I see you
in the shadows watching
your eyes burn at me,
I dare not stop!

A million
white lines
blend into one

The road
goes on forever
When you're on
the last run.