Drive

It seems
Many have found
Which off-ramp
They need to take
And this highway
Seems perpetual
Some are pulled off,
A flat tire, a car fire
Some have wrecked
Status unknown
But many have gotten
Off, towards their destination
One they seem to know
And others seem to
Keep driving along
Wondering where
The ramp is
Where a clear
Path is shown
Fast, slow, indifferent
The drive persists
But where am I going?
And where have I been?
It seems many have
Found their destination
And I am losing daylight
Headlights passing
The drive is long
And highways twist
If it’s a race, I die
If it’s a marathon, I sour
The drive persists
And such destinations sought
Are quiet in the stillness of
A cycle of fleeting days and nights
The only way to go
Is forward
Into a vast mystery
Head on.