Living on the road for 26 weeks
Each moment counting
Divides the strong from the weak
Hysteria mounting
Darkness overcomes me
I run out into the street

I grab my keys and jump in the Jeep
Heading for the bar
Feel it, touch it, taste the beach
Heeding the power guiding the car
Rolling down windows
Bending me where the wind blows

Morning sunrise kisses my cheek
Pushing me back
I don’t want to go, I start to freak
Endurance is what I lack
Just a little while longer
Cuz “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”*

(*Kelly Clarkson)

Published by Kathy

Kathy writes novels set on cruise ships and other travel locales, writes and produces dance music, and likes to imagine life as a DJ.