When things begin, the road ahead
You can’t even read the signs:
Sometimes you turn left
when you meant to take a right
Sometimes you run that red light
and get pulled over.
But now you’ve traveled this road
you know where the curve gets sharper
where you can take a short cut and jump ahead
but then out of no where
you’ve ran over a nail and slowly
your tire is losing air without you knowing.
You can be driving along
looking in the rearview mirror
or looking at the broken white lines ahead.
You have lust on your mind:
that long blonde-haired girl
or that guy with crystal blue eyes
then you feel the road kissing your tire rims.
So you pull over and sit for a while.
The sun is setting so you take it in.
You eat that left over sandwich then you call a cab.
It comes and you remember
that this journey isn’t supposed to be
what you expect but
you get there finally and you ring the doorbell.