the tires on the road
hum busy, noiseless and moaning,
waiting for respite.
what can be found there,
they argue,
that could not be found here
where you already are?
and then there could be rest, maybe,
or a nice long nap.
in the sunshine.
the wheels revolve, the road
stretches in front
a big black snake that defines the future.
no turning back now, i try to explain;
we've crossed the highest peak,
no turning back now.