Tail lights, bright nights, endlessly
Right turn wrong turn left, right?
Almost there, never really anywhere
No place I feel at home, too many
Sleeps in suitcases, senselessly.
Perhaps the beeping is just my
Open heartbeat bleeding and the tires
Rapidly spinning and screeching are just my
Traveling feet, thoughts of nostalgia, and repeat.
Always packing, unpacking. Forgetting and lacking.
Traffic, erratic, it flows, it slows... Listen
I'm not telepathic but the sporadic
Overdramatic driver behind my wheel foreshadows:
Never will I reach my destination.