Is there an end of the road?
Or does it just continue on forever?
Sometimes that’s how it feels.
The jokes, the pain, the misery,
They all drive down this long highway.
There’s never any stops signs.
It’s all just one continuous drive.
No one tries to stop them.
They just push it to the limit.
They grow so accustomed to the open road,
That one day they’ll find something in their way.
The won’t remember how to stop by then.
It will have been too long.
They’ll crash and burn.
They’ll be no survivors.
Not even the innocent bystanders.
Poor souls that just wanted to find
An end to this devastating road.