I Went Driving Today

I went driving today,
No particular destination in mind.
Playing hookie from where I should be,
Radio on low,
Trying to figure out where I'm going,
Or maybe where I could be.
Physically, mentally...

I cried myself to sleep last night.
I couldn't begin to tell you why.

Maturing has its own pains,
Like growing pains for the mind.
And I guess I'm going through mine.

I kept driving,
Going straight,
Until I realized I was tired of the straight and narrow,
Of always knowing where I was.
So I took a side-road,
Thinking I'd find my way to another familiar place.

The road twisted, curved, and nearly threw me into a ravine.
Before long, I turned around, back to the familiar straight road,
And headed back home.

I read too many books as a child
And now no adventure will ever suffice me,
No life will ever quite be enough.
There will always be a thirst for something more,
For someone more,
For more places,
More experiences.

And maybe I am the only one who knows me well enough
To know that I need the straight and narrow,
Even when I long for the twisting curves of the unknown.