The Next Hill
The Next Hill
Leaving the city behind me
The lights disappear over the southern horizon
The sun has set in the western sky
The stars fill the sky before me
There are miles of pavement before me
I have no idea where I will end up
There is a slight glow in the sky before me
How long have I been driving?
It could be an hour
It could be most of the night
Am I even on the map anymore?
My GPS won’t even help
Somewhere out there is a city
Somewhere out there is a bed
For now I will just keep on driving
Putting more miles behind me
Looking forward to crossing the next hill
I fantasize over what I may find
Food or a woman to spend time with
A drink or two
Maybe just a bed
Whatever I find I may stop
I may rest my eyes for a few hours
Maybe I’ll just keep driving on
Travelling down that endless strip of asphalt
Looking for that next hill
Then I will stop, eat and sleep
Right after that next hill
So many miles away
Copyright © Lord R. E. Taylor | Year Posted 2012
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