Long winding roads asking
Are we there? How much longer?
Sister’s upset because it’s my turn to pick the station.
It’s always classic like some Floyd, Skynyrd, or Zeppelin.
Cramped in the van’s warm backseat,
crawling over into the back storage area to sleep,
reading my first novel, or playing those
aggravating Gameboy games, I worked so hard to beat
the lights, the beeps, the retrying constant,
the relief of rest stops and excitement of new sights out the winds.
Everything looks like a new world. We crossed into mountains and hills growing taller every mile.
Arriving after long days and hours of riding to realize…
It’s been only a few hours.
The rest of the day is an adventure…
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