December 7, 2011


I know where I'm going,
my mirror knows where I've been,
I'm in it for the long haul,
to make it to the end.
Some think the straight part
matters more than the bend,
they're always going faster,
but not getting very far,
they'll miss the destination,
we all know who they are.
These days I can't keep up,
I'm looking for a cure,
well-traveled and exhausted,
trying to endure.
You may try to help me
when slowing to go past,
but all the smartest money
says we're not made to last.
So when I'm out of fuel,
my hands pried from the wheel,
I'll still be staring straight ahead,
it's just that kind of deal.