This desolate highway
greets my solitude with arms
stretched wide as the sea
making it comfortable to believe
life is still obtainable
even though detours spring up
with a hidden purpose any given time.
Trick is to overlook those signs
that say next twenty-two miles
expect delays and one lane traffic
for we are all just going a distance
not to far from birth to grave.
So why fall victim to another detour
one that once through will show
another highway where we abandon
pieces of ourselves in search of
life without detours.