The Long Road


The glowing lights of my destination blaze fearlessly on my horizon

Clearly defined against the dawn of my new day

Glorious in their attainability


I keep wasting miles

meandering down roads with no outlet

taking left turns at intersections where I know to go straight

My GPS has pushed back my ETA two dozen times

and is tiredly recalculating the route yet again

Its simple directions muddied in translation between my brain and my hands.

I can get there

I want to get there

I'm not going there

My gas gauge is screaming at me to stop

take a moment to rest and refuel

But if I pause the roar of my engine

I may freeze in the silence

If I just keep pushing forward I'll eventually reach my destination


If I damage my frame I can't replace it

If I neglect my fuel my engine will die

Maybe I'll take this chance to idle quietly on the side of my road

Gaze for a moment at the guiding light of the stars

And allow myself to search for a new path


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A familiar path beautifully captured. Helpful for those moments when reflection could possibly allow for other choices.

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Robert Quick

Robert Quick

Lovely as a metaphor. As a real situation (though both are technically real, I know), it is scary as we keep pushing a little bit further. Also I think this could be totally submittable to a poetry contest or magazine.

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