Breviloquent

I'm waning slowly into the dark
Like the moon high above
In the post-hype of
Last week's total eclipse.
Thinking on to futures
That have yet to exist
And roads untravelled.
Where do they take me?
I care not, for I believe
Of sanctity in mile markers
And sanity in going 15 over.
To the corners of our country
Though nothing is determinate.

I've been told by people
More boring than myself
To seek a more stable future
For the sake of my family
Or the potential to find one.
And I look back at them
Into their eyes jejune
And think without speaking
Don't doubt what I already know.