The Walk

Headlights approach, what will they think of this school boy walking along the side of the road in the depth of the night? Will they stop and force me back home?

Headlights pass, did they even see me? That seems impossible, but they're still driving away. Despair got me this far, I keep walking, tail lights fade into the distance.

Maybe when I get there I won't have to go to school for a while, maybe things will be different somehow? I don't know, but it feels like I'm escaping. I need to escape.

I know this road so well, I have driven down it with my father so many times, down the windy parts, through the sweeping bends and the long straights.

Ahead somewhere is the dirt road to my fathers house, I keep walking, looking for the sign. What will I do when I get there? Should I knock on the door?

Almost there now. Can I call this home?