These long and lonely
Oregon roads
Feel like
Home
They cut through the thick forest
And carve through the mountains
To make a path
For me
To get to where I need to get
Which is
No where
It’s all
Already
Home
And even when I am alone
I am always home
Driving the Oregon roads
They take me to an ocean
Or a waterfall
To the desert
Or a rushing river
With my music up
And the windows down
I cruise these lonely Oregon roads
Somehow searching
For a place to feel like home
Because
When every road
Is known
Then no place can feel special
No place can be
Home
The only thing that does truly feel like home
Is being alone
It’s not these roads
It’s not these views
And not these yellow lines
In the middle of the winding trail
Guiding me along
Escorting me
To where I don’t need to go
A restless soul
Experiencing consciousness with 7.2 billion others
But always
Life is lived alone
And I am my only home
There’s a reason why
These roads feel lonely
Yet somehow
They are still
Worth exploring
Alone.
-C.H.
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