The ride of life

The highway stretches, dark and wide
A lonely path, my truck's steady stride
Five am, the world's still asleep
My eyelids heavy, my mind does creep
The engine hums, a monotone beat
My thoughts are foggy, my body's weak
Thirty-two hours without a wink
Boredom's grip is starting to sink
The road ahead, a blurry haze
My weary eyes struggle to stay awake's daze

By Anonymous Apr 16

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