Friday, December 7, 2012

A road tripper's ramble

I'm on a 3,200+ mile road trip from the West to the East and back again in 5 days; not to mention the 1,700+ miles that I drove 3 weeks ago to get out West from North Carolina. So you could imagine that space: vast stretches of seemingly endless roads, tractor trailer after tractor trailer, gas stations, fast food joints, and neon signs out the wa-zoo; characters of every sort, including character numero uno - me. 

In this space of time and life, I've had many things stick, and subsequently many things not. I do not have an associated feeling with this. Though, often in the absence of original thought, music comes through in ways indescribable. 


Taking my first shower this afternoon in over 5 days I had the following Incubus song enter my brain as I began to think about my short, 24 hour duration at home here in Pennsylvania:


Will I ever get to
To where it is that I am going?
Will I ever follow through with what I
With what I had planned?
I guess it's possible
That I have been a bit distracted
And the directions for me
Are a lot less in demand, in demand

Will I ever get to where I'm going?
If I do, will I know when I'm there?
If the wind blew me in the right direction, yeah
Would I even care? 
I would

I take a look around
It's evident the scene has changed
And there are times when I feel improved
Improved upon the past
Then there are times when I 
Can't seem to understand it at all
And yes it seems as though I'm going nowhere
Really fuckin' fast, nowhere fast

Will I ever get to where I'm going?
If I do, will I know when I'm there?
If the wind blew me in the right direction, yeah
Would I even care? 
I would, I would, I would

Will I ever get to where I'm going?
If I do, will I know when I'm there?
If the wind blew me in the right direction, yeah
Would I even care? 
I would, I would, I would, I would, I would.


So many emotions enter and leave in a 1,000 mile stretch. What seemed as genuine and real as the cold, hard concrete underfoot often vanishes as easily as it came - leaving me in a space of beautiful nothingness. Beautiful because I am choosing to call it and accept it at that. 

Life leads, I follow...thank you for this!

Happy miles,
Alan 
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