dark is the night

long and lonely are the roads

metal boxes on wheels are moving

in never ending lines

trying to reach the horizon

trying to reach the end

time to let the thoughts drift off

time to find the inner me

the dreams, the hopes, the past

what will the future hold ?

or the next few miles ?

hours fade, the distance shrinks

the destination is getting close

are all my questions answered ?

all my worries gone ?

how will I know ?

I will ask the road again