Drive

Fill up your tank and empty your mind

Stick an empty suitcase in the backseat for all the baggage you’ll shed

Don’t forget cash for snacks, gas, and trolls

Keep your soul in the glove compartment

You are worth more than printed paper

On the road, windows are optional

Turn off the radio and put other’s dreams on airplane mode

Stretch out your hand and find your wavelength in the wind

If you see a dying town, stop and stretch your legs

There’s plenty of real estate for your ghosts

For any that want a more natural haunt

Drop them off at the nearest forest to drift in dappled sunlight

Back on the road, give space to your fellow travelers

Some are stuck on a string between one place and another

Others like you are breaking their tether

If one tries to grab on to your broken rope, shake loose

Tell them

Your destination is not my destiny

Put your foot on the gas

Hurtle down the road at the speed of childhood

Until everything is left behind

Drive until the road runs out

Then start walking.