The highway lights
glow painfully bright,
as I drive home tonight.

I am more than tired,
and uncertain where
we go from here.

Still, my rattling engine
gets me on the road again,
while my bluetooth music player
has me dancing and singing
to Pink Floyd, and Billy Joel.

An hour-long reflection,
driving and thinking,
as bumps in the road
have my heart sinking
just like my spirits.

Images of yesterday
and tomorrow makes
me quake with anxiety.
So, I learn to enjoy the trip,
even when I am bouncing
as my shock absorbers
slowly succumb to the eroding rust,
as the paint chips and disintegrate
like the rest of us.

Another day’s work done;
I am the captain of my dodge neon,
and the endless paths that I travel on,
even though I keep hitting the same one.
  
One more mile and I am home to sleep,
one more poem for this road to keep
cause it was just a pointless thing.