Maps Without Destinations

Turning left just to turn again. The radio hums beneath my breath. Streetlights bleed across the dash. I count them like they mean something. They say you'll find it when you stop. But I'm not looking anymore. Just the road, just the sound. Wheels on asphalt wearing down. No arrival, no return. Just the distance I can learn. Houses pass with yellow rooms. Lives I'll never step inside. The city breathes without my name on. Just a shadow sliding by. They say it matters where you go. But I forgot what that means now. Just the road, Just the sound. Wheels on asphalt wearing down. No arrival, no return. Just the distance I can learn. The tank is half, the sky is dark. I could keep this up for hours. No questions here, no answers back. Just motion filling empty air. Just the road, Just the sound. Wheels on asphalt wearing down. No arrival, no return. Just the distance I can learn. Keeps rolling. I keep rolling. That's all there is. That's all there is.