Road tripping
Through hell
No destination in mind
Anywhere but here
Escape, only a nozzle away
Gas, the precious commodity
Responsible for war, and peace
Of mind laced with imagination

Road tripping
Through life
Scenery changes, people don’t
Anybody but me
Escape, only a highway away
Time, the precious commodity
Like miles wasted, lost
Leading nowhere fast.

Road tripping
Through night
Blackness illuminated ahead
Anything but this
Escape, only a horizon away
Faith, the precious commodity
That keeps you going despite
Running on empty

why are so angry

The search for something more?

Is it driven by faith or want or need?

You have given me something to think about
(as your words usually do)

This piece makes one think-nicely done!!

If my words inspire contemplation, then I've received the greatest gift. With humble thanks kc, pkd.

Elsolo...the interpretation can often say more about the reader than the author. Just something to ponder.

I imagine escaping when I read this.
Thanks Misswright