The desolate highway stretches off into the distance,
Light from the moon shining down as I hurtle forwards.
Alone on the road and alone with my thoughts,
It is me and the road as far as the eye can see.
Trees line the highway like troops acknowledging their leader,
They sway ever so slightly in the gentle breeze.
As I turn the corner, a silhouette emerges on the horizon,
Too dark to make out, it hovers in the background,
Never moving, never leaving my line of sight.
The smooth tarmac is my guide and I follow her all the way to the horizon,
To reach my destination, to find solace.
