The Drive

The engine gears up to life,
You drive down the highway,
Roundabouts, U-turns,
Fly-ways and By-ways.
The drive…a long, winding,
Journey to reach your destination.
No map, no navigator,
You’re on your own, on Autopilot.
But you miss a turn,
You miss the Exit.
And you’re just cruising once again,
A nomad on the highway.
Flagged down by a hitchhiker,
You stop and ask ‘Where to?’
Then, ‘Sorry, that’s not my destination.’
The drive continues, with no guarantee.
Another hitch-hiker, another passer-by.
And another one…you don’t take for a ride.
So you’re just cruising once again,
A nomad on the highway.
Green light turns to yellow,
Do you stop till it goes red?
Or just drive past the three seconds,
It takes the yellow light to elapse.
Floor it! Drive and feel the wind in your hair.
Savor the rush. Take in the thrill.
Relish the passion, the drive!
Then you see the closest Exit,
To your destination.
And you realize that
It’s always been there…
A sign you always failed to see.
But there now stands a billboard,
That boldly reads, ‘It’s you!’
And there stands a stranger…
You’ve met before.
And you bid the highway ‘Adieu!’