Fear of a false start,
waiting on the clouds to part.
Will there be god-light?
Or just endless fright?
Another texting scam —
being hunted by the tax man.
Do you want to scram?
I’ve got a plan…
It starts on a Nevada byway —
the Extraterrestrial highway.
The only way to save the day
is a proper getaway.
I’m building a pyre
smartphone, bills, computer, even a flat tire —
my patience is set to expire
so gather a grand choir —
we’re not here to be dire.
We can inspire
when we set it on fire.
I’m looking to the sky,
mountains passing me by,
a land so beautiful and dry —
vastness is the reason why.
In the Nevada Outback,
this highway, my racetrack —
windows down, blasting my soundtrack.
You can ask the zodiac;
this is how I avoid an anxiety attack.
Don’t worry, I’m coming back —
first, I’ve got to see what’s off the beaten track.
April 3, 2024
