The Long Road
The glowing lights of my destination blaze fearlessly on my horizon
Clearly defined against the dawn of my new day
Glorious in their attainability
Except
I keep wasting miles
meandering down roads with no outlet
taking left turns at intersections where I know to go straight
My GPS has pushed back my ETA two dozen times
and is tiredly recalculating the route yet again
Its simple directions muddied in translation between my brain and my hands.
I can get there
I want to get there
I'm not going there
My gas gauge is screaming at me to stop
take a moment to rest and refuel
But if I pause the roar of my engine
I may freeze in the silence
If I just keep pushing forward I'll eventually reach my destination
Except
If I damage my frame I can't replace it
If I neglect my fuel my engine will die
Maybe I'll take this chance to idle quietly on the side of my road
Gaze for a moment at the guiding light of the stars
And allow myself to search for a new path
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Robert Quick
Lovely as a metaphor. As a real situation (though both are technically real, I know), it is scary as we keep pushing a little bit further. Also I think this could be totally submittable to a poetry contest or magazine.
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Artistmarsh
A familiar path beautifully captured. Helpful for those moments when reflection could possibly allow for other choices.