This horse is tired and the car is running out of gas;

we’ve been going down this road a while

but it’s not as long as it seems

if you’re daydreaming in the passenger’s seat.

I don’t know how we got here,

I don’t know where we turned wrong,

if we ever got anything right;

each side of the highway is burning sand

and the horizon on approach is a giant’s maw

open gaped wide tilted back to chew us up

and spit us out.

Yet, choices were made

and we can weep over the tragedies of this bumpy road

but must own our stake in them:

when you foment a moment

you never know what you might get.