The engine hums a low, vibrating chord,
Across the lines of a map I now ignore.
I’ve traded the anchor for the open lane,
Leaving the shadows and the ghost of the pain.
The rearview mirror is a fading blur,
Of everything I was and all the things we were.
I used to seek a harbor, a place to belong,
But the walls felt narrow and the air felt wrong.
Now the wind is my witness, the asphalt my guide,
With no more secrets and nowhere to hide.
It isn't about the miles or the names on the signs,
It’s the freedom of crossing those invisible lines.
The heavy heart I carried has turned into light,
Dissolving like woodsmoke into the night.
No debts to the past, no promises to keep,
Just the rhythm of tires and a silence so deep.
I don't need a compass, I don't need a prayer,
I’ve found my arrival in the middle of nowhere.
For "nowhere" is vast and "nowhere" is wide,
A kingdom of spirit with nothing inside.
Let the world keep its trophies and its hollow demands,
I’m washing the dust from my weary hands.
I’m gone like a vapor, a breath in the air.......
I’ve finally reached it: I care nowhere.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 11:57 AM UTC
The engine hums a low, vibrating chord,
Across the lines of a map I now ignore.
I’ve traded the anchor for the open lane,
Leaving the shadows and the ghost of the pain.
The rearview mirror is a fading blur,
Of everything I was and all the things we were.
I used to seek a harbor, a place to belong,
But the walls felt narrow and the air felt wrong.
Now the wind is my witness, the asphalt my guide,
With no more secrets and nowhere to hide.
It isn't about the miles or the names on the signs,
It’s the freedom of crossing those invisible lines.
The heavy heart I carried has turned into light,
Dissolving like woodsmoke into the night.
No debts to the past, no promises to keep,
Just the rhythm of tires and a silence so deep.
I don't need a compass, I don't need a prayer,
I’ve found my arrival in the middle of nowhere.
For "nowhere" is vast and "nowhere" is wide,
A kingdom of spirit with nothing inside.
Let the world keep its trophies and its hollow demands,
I’m washing the dust from my weary hands.
I’m gone like a vapor, a breath in the air.......
I’ve finally reached it: I care nowhere.
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