Once I Am Off the Road
The highway is where I no longer wish to roam.
Like everyone else here, I want to get home.
This so-called "civilization" contains many a quirk.
If I want to make a living, it is necessary that I work.
Every day, there is a mad rush in the morning.
A traffic jam can occur at anytime without warning.
That puts me in a situation that is not too great.
It means that one more time, I will be late.
Things are even worse once my work is done.
I struggle through more traffic just like everyone.
After the sun is down, there are dark skies.
The oncoming headlights from cars pierce my eyes.
Monday through Friday, the situation will never cease.
Once I get off the road, I will be at peace.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2018
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