124 miles to go.  
This interstate is ethereal,  
Some dreamscape made reality.  
Other cars pass and fall behind,  
Navigating the lanes,  
Keeping between the lines.  
Each has its own story,  
Bursting with life and tears,  
Which always go hand in hand.  
I wonder if, like me, they  
Are on the road to something new.  
124 miles ahead of me,  
There is a place of rebirth.  
Behind me, so many roads;  
My experiences caught up in mile markers,  
583, marker, 356, marker,  
Now only 111 miles to go  
And getting closer all the time.