The road

© T. B. Jackson

I've been driving down this winding road

No destination set in stone

Aimless wandering, so it seems

To somewhere, nowhere, in between

Each day I cover further miles

And each one leads into the night

As darkness falls I still push on

Sometimes until the rising sun

And then I sleep for half a wink

But when I wake I hardly blink

Before I hit the road again

Just like a circle, there is no end

But what else is there to be done

To stagnate here would be no fun

Adventure is the only way

From day to night, from night to day