road trip, extended

and motion
and everything new
and no home
no never a home
nowhere a home
just the blurring of lines
and speed
and the sun behind
and the sun ahead
and everything fresh
always always fresh
and no looking back
speed and always ahead
only ever ahead
and keep going
because that's all you want
all you want is someplace else
not what's left behind
never that
just the new
and the speed
and the motion
and the memories
lie scattered in ditches