Exit 52 just ahead round the next bend.
Different highway Interstate to the end.
Geographic road-trip that seems will never end.
Met a woman liked her curves and bends.
She thought my life exciting pick up 52 again.
She was stable stationary had a means to an end.
I wanted to live her life, she romanticized mine better in the end.
Went on my way another geographic road trip has been.
Did see her once more, couldn’t speak again.
My fork stuck in the middle of the road held up at a local Inn.
Exit 52 next right never again, not exiting to a new start but the beginning of the end.
Tales of a geographic has been.