DD - SpiralDancer

Roads

I've always preferred the journey to the destination.
And were it possible to take a drive through the night,
That would never reach an end,
I would take it.

That small, stark world,
Blurred by speed,
Sharpened by halogen white.
Within which anything could appear.
The strange peripheral images flashing by.
Passing forests and single, lonely homes.
Dark windows and still life.
And the only heart beating on this fragile earth,
Mine own.
With no one else to upset or to hurt,
By mistake or purpose.

Taking turnings I've never taken,
And roads I've never ridden.
Hoping to become lost within this blackness.
To enshroud myself in this feeling.
Windows down, inhaling deep,
The scent of world amidst the darkness.

And in that world,
A myriad of possibiltiies present themselves.
But I always seem to choose the last,
With a disappointing yet reassuring predictability.
Turning towards home with a strange regret,
That the journey will soon reach it's destination.