Moving fast, now;
I don’t think there’s time
to reign in the motion,
or stop and correct course.
If you’ve forgotten anything;
well,
you’ll have to learn
to live without it.
This is an unplanned get-away.
A pack up and go,
now;
type of situation.
Burned too many nights
at the altar of shattered dreams
and wasted potential,
but these lost roads
begged for some rubber.
These pitch black highways
craved the eyes of jilted lovers
and neglected prospectors;
still nurturing a hope
and a dream.
That battered, old face in the mirror
looks topographical
and chronological.
The where and when
of life’s traumas
displayed in sharp relief
upon your face.
My face.
We’re aging well,
but maybe that’s the difference.
Maybe that’s why
we forsake our beds
for black highways
and relinquish sober dreams
for the taste
of the unknown.
Headlong into the unanswered question;
pursued by the fear
of losing another night
to the hungry pit of yesterday.
Dawn will find us
somewhere we have never been,
resting our wracked bodies
and harrowed minds,
however briefly,
before succumbing to the next leg
of our adventure.
Life lived
with the wind in our faces
an the sun upon us;
is truly freedom.
Unrestrained
and unafraid
of losing time.
HG – 2017
