The darkness around us becomes a tunnel to drive thru the night.
The songs on the radio carry us along racing to our destination.
But the night stretches the end beyond our reach.
The pain and fatigue make us anxious for home but the tunnel is demanding.
Rough stretches at the maximum speed allowed, feel like standing still.
Opposite travelers lights pinprick the night. Lighting the tunnel ahead.
Outside world present but untouchable. One a driver one a passive passenger.
One with eyes wide with caffeine the others eyes drooping in spite of it.
The lines of the road captivating and maddening. Home will come soon, really.
