Carry my thoughts away
Into a void of meaningless dreams
—where I like them to stay
The droning of the road
Flying under our tires
Fades into the back
As my dreams and fantasies
Come to life in the black
The pit stops and meals
Are a mere intermission
A break from the goal
Because my mission
Is to catch up on sleep
Missed from all last week
Even though
I know
It doesn't work that way.
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