You’re not looking hard enough, for it

Everyone has one,

A place

Some place, they feel comfortable to roam, alone

Where, if it were the end of the world

You’d feel safe

And not be concerned,

Alone with yourself

Looking up from a moonlit country road

The top is down

The engine well warmed

Purring thunderous notes

Singing, hey let’s get out-ta here, soon?

And soon comes sooner than most

Fading twinkling stars go to ghosts

The road ahead, goes east and west with no end

A perfect map

To follow within truckers gaps

So, if you can’t find it

Here on earth