My life is an unwieldy road
Of thorns without roses
Pink petals parted
For the travel hearted
The broken brothers
Buried under cement
The dodge neon
Barely rolling
From one work site
To the next one
That same night
Five-hour energy
Caffeine philosophy
And highway poetry
No borders crossed
Just New and old cities
People with different stories
Some strangers
Riding parallel
Others intersecting
And heading
Out in another direction
A three-hour drive becomes
A four-hour long one
Cause I prefer
To drive sixty miles per
Letting anxious travelers
Pass me by
While I enjoy the ride
Some come and go
Before I get to know
Who they are
Others rush in
Living and dying
Right in front of me
I don’t stop
I just do my crying
While I am riding
Till the day I die