Driving down this highway road, five hours have I traveled.

 My eyes are bleary, body weary, mind torn and unraveled.

The signs flash by, another town, another exit ramp.

 It?s hard, I feel, to grip the wheel; my hands have grown quite damp.

The lights of passing cars streak by, a never-ending blur.

 Their many eyes have me mesmerized, as I start to think of her.

The road has vanished from my sight, I?ve traveled back in time.

 Words said in rage, they set the stage for my intolerable crime.

I yearn to make things different, to make fantasy seem real.

 My head clears fast by a car horn blast, and I quickly turn the wheel.

With no inch to spare, I jerk and bear my car back to my lane.

 Completely awake, my hands now shake, my heart cries out in pain.

I breathe in deep and focus on the miles left to go.

 The road winds on, the moment?s gone; I plod on sure and slow.

Down this highway road I drive, to where I do not care.

 Another bum, out on the run, headed for nowhere.