endless road;
once it was his only way out,
once it was his relief,
but now this road,
this road was just separating him from her,
and he hated every brick of it,
every lane,
every other car on it,
and every dim yellow light on it!
he hated it all cause they all stood between them
and pain in his back didn’t make it easier,
he couldn’t stop wondering though,
what if it wasn’t like this?
how would he have known?
and what would have his passenger done?
was he the reason for it all?
how depended are the independents? new domain names .