Hometown

Drowsiness reigns over the miles of lifeless pavement,

Exhaustion bone deep and fingers unhurried.

Buildings leer through the window as shadows are cast aside,

Light’s flicker and stay on as the hours slither away,

Filled with mindless music and thoughtless turn signals.

Broken old roads raddle the aged frame,

As miles are ate without hesitation.

For this solo passenger day and night hold no meaning,

As the relentless tires drive onward with no fear.

These well-traveled roads and ancient potholes,

Pave the way for historical fields and primitive love.

As buildings turn well-known and finely remembered.

Time is beginning to run out on this hastened journey,

Oh, the lifeless pavement turned into memories.

These roads turn warm and the miles short,

With hours lost to repeating colored lines,

The soulful gravel soothes the traveler.

And with long lasting care, this aged car will be parked.

For at last the traveler is home.