In the past,
I’d been incapable of change.
Uncapable? Fuck it, it’s all the same.
I’d been focused on staying in one lane.
Blinders up; do whatever it takes.
Big picture’s about winning a race,
but no one tells you to set a sustainable pace;
tapping the brakes,
but never having “pull-off-the-road” days -
it’s a shame.
Maybe I’ll pull over today and take ten,
just a short break, something to stay zen,
cuz I’ve been trying to carve out a haven
where I can sleep safe and awaken
to the smell of burnt toast and bacon
and whatever the radio’s playing…
I guess I dozed off in the car ‘til the day’s end.
got so far to go, hope I make it to my destination
before I break down or give up or cave in…
amen.
this is my 900th month on the road.
I’ve had my fair share of passengers, but prefer driving alone.
I’ve gotten a little better at taking it slow,
but things seem to speed up as you get old.
if there’s only one thing I’ve learned here,
it’s that we view what’s off in the distance with fear
and never take the time to attend to what’s near.
I wish I could have back the years…
he says, as he wipes away tears
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