Highway

There definitely was a time where I thought I had a destination, but after a while, it didn't even seem to matter anymore. I just kept driving on the same highway that I've grown so accustomed to.
I've always wanted to travel, and this is what I'm doing.
There are definitely days where I wish I had a destination of so I wouldn't have to rely on this single highway. After awhile, you just get tired of it.
It's definitely taken me places that I should be, but never to places I want to be.
I think this is it.
No matter how long I drive, I can't seem to find the proper exit.
Maybe I should put the top back up...it's getting dark.

I should pull over someday.