No More Road

There were no lines on the roadway,
no stop signs, streetlights, or street
names. There were no songs on the
radio. There were no speed limit signs.
I had no destination home. There was
no time to think or wonder why. There
was nothing to hold me back. I put
my foot to the gas pedal. I saw no way
out of this roadway. It stretched for
miles with no gas stations to refill
the tank. When I looked at the rearview
mirror I saw nobody coming. There
were no more worries for me. I was
the last man left on earth. No one
but me was alive. More or less, I was
dead too. There was no more poetry
left to write. There was no more road.