K-6TH St.

I find myself treading down this same old road.

This familiar road I have long since avoided.

This road I swore I'd never dare take again.

But then again, out of the blue, I find myself parked at the curb.

Staring. Thinking. Assessing.

"Where is my map?, Where the hell is my fucking map?"

With the map nowhere in sight, I decided.

I have no other choice. Or so I believed.

Slowly, I turn down the corner of the road with my headlights ablaze.

I know where this road leads.

I am all well familiar with it.

I also know where this road ends.

This is the only road that I know.

I'm too scared to take another and get lost.

This time though, I drive with caution.

I know where to turn and I know when to stop.

I know when to honk and I know when to slow down.

Hopefully when the road ends, I'll get by alive and unshaken.

Hopefully.