Two Lane Highway
Itís a quiet road where one lane heads north, the other south.
I travel life on both sides of this road especially at night.
Never ever meeting the illustrious middle.
Always sunny on the north side, never allowing pain and grief in this cavernous hole of loneliness.
The south side is where I live most comfortably.
Where my real self dwells-
It knows my pain and inner most sorrow.
The disappointment of failures only said aloud in my head and immediately denied.
In silent desperation I drive these forgotten roads.
Searching- always searching for that god damn middle.
Perpetually meeting myself somewhere between too far off headed north.
Or, in the ditch headed south.
Moonlight abates as first rays of sun shine through.
I come to-
From thoughts of despair and agony. Wondering what it was Iíd been thinking about?
I realize Iíve been driving all night.
Never going nor, arriving anywhere.