the road
I am on a road that I have been on for what seems like years.
This road has had no exits since I started out on this adventurous trip.
But now, a sudden one has shown up.
There were no signs, no warnings, nothing.
Just an exit.
I stop the car and look to the exit, which is to my right.
The road I am on is jammed, but I don’t really care.
I’ll stop the car anyway.
The exit looks nice, smooth, no cars in the way.
Trees lining the road, it looks so comforting.
I drive a few feet into the exit and pull over.
I get out of the car, pull a coke out and pop the can open.
As I sip the drink that I know is not healthy, I look back at the road I left.
I had been there.
I did NOT want to leave it, although I sort of did.
I was already out on this exit. I would feel bad to drive back into the jam.
The road I left, I didn’t quite know how the ride would be, but I knew it better.
Knew it better than this new road.
This new road was calling my name; it was full of warmth and happiness.
But the old road was wear I wanted to be.
So I stand here drinking my coke.
Deciding how to fit back into the traffic jam.
How to get back on the road I left.
But, if I can’t, I will just have to see what the sudden exit has in store for me.
Who knows, maybe it will just take me back to the first road.
Let me start this road trip over again.
I wish I hadn’t even left the house.
gosh i suck @ poetry
This road has had no exits since I started out on this adventurous trip.
But now, a sudden one has shown up.
There were no signs, no warnings, nothing.
Just an exit.
I stop the car and look to the exit, which is to my right.
The road I am on is jammed, but I don’t really care.
I’ll stop the car anyway.
The exit looks nice, smooth, no cars in the way.
Trees lining the road, it looks so comforting.
I drive a few feet into the exit and pull over.
I get out of the car, pull a coke out and pop the can open.
As I sip the drink that I know is not healthy, I look back at the road I left.
I had been there.
I did NOT want to leave it, although I sort of did.
I was already out on this exit. I would feel bad to drive back into the jam.
The road I left, I didn’t quite know how the ride would be, but I knew it better.
Knew it better than this new road.
This new road was calling my name; it was full of warmth and happiness.
But the old road was wear I wanted to be.
So I stand here drinking my coke.
Deciding how to fit back into the traffic jam.
How to get back on the road I left.
But, if I can’t, I will just have to see what the sudden exit has in store for me.
Who knows, maybe it will just take me back to the first road.
Let me start this road trip over again.
I wish I hadn’t even left the house.
gosh i suck @ poetry