DESTINATION UNKNOWN

On an open highway
In the land of the lost,
Lonely travellers speed by
Afraid of stopping at any cost.

A highway that leads nowhere
Surround by red desert sand,
A place where only fools would stop
Within this awful sun-scorched land.

Cactus and spinifex grow they
Beside the edge of the highway,
Where it's freezing cold by night
And it's burning hot by day.

Sensible people all stay away
From the destination unknown,
The endless highway to Hell
That no map has ever shown.

Only loners head this way
When there's nowhere else to go,
Where evil seems to proliferate
And time seems to somehow slow.

An infinite voyage to nowhere
When there's nowhere safe to stay,
Riding upon the road to ruin
Through a scorching sundrenched day

No neon lights to guide the way
No road signs to tell you where,
An unending trip to lonelyville
On a road that's neither here nor there.

THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia