Thoughts race swiftly
As I clock the miles
At the wheel of my car.
And the road more and more resembles
The purgatory of my life.

I atone for past wrongs,
For what never came to be,
And fool myself with plans
For a future already set.

At the next station I’ll fill up,
Refresh, and refuel.
This is life: a constant journey
Toward new horizons, broken up
By stops and setbacks before the goal.

Once I arrive, the holiday begins—
Another chance to reflect
On where I went wrong
And how I might do better.

I’m already preparing for the return,
And then I wonder: when will I
Finally enjoy the never-ending holiday?