Here I am.
Trapped, stuck at this intersection, alone
not sure which way to turn,

left seems dismal, sounds of rain drumming into metal skin,
dead end, caught, no way to turn back again,
open-endedness mixed with closed-off heart,

right seems too bright, wandering city lights,
endless turns, that twist moving like asphalt snakes
through the sunrise, breaking dawn,

straight ahead, one single line leading into ever more,
no sun or moon, dark or light, nothing,
endless and eternal, stretching on past the outskirts of town,

Here I am.
Caught off guard, stuck,
foot triggering brake, engine humming into the night,

the only way I want to go is back.