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.