The problem is, I think I'm running out of road here.

It feels like I've been on it forever. I never cared where it led me, as long as it was far from my starting point. As long as I could finally get to a place where all I saw behind me was the road, and everything else was hidden by the distance and the time through which I'd traveled.

I really should have thought ahead a little.

Now this road is ending, and I don't know what to do next.

Sometimes I think that maybe I should just turn around and walk back the other way.

It's not the destination that matters, it's the journey.

Isn't that the saying?

Some crap like that, anyway.