Lonely Road, Lonely Planet by Jeff Dawson

lonely road

dawn breaks, I drive aimlessly

destination far too unclear

my eyes prickle

as the sun emerges on the horizon

it's always there

but you can never reach it

in truth it's quite uncomfortable

its fingertip flames

clawing, hoping

desperate to pierce the morning mist

attempts futile, it’s too cold

the atmosphere too thin

freezing my senses

is this road even open?

no cars in sight, no birds in flight

most days you can't move for people

not sure where I'm going or why I'm here

ny heart is empty but my mind is clear

yet I can't see the agenda for my soul

though for some reason I exist

on this lonely road, this lonely planet