Filled with fright and anxiety,

A man packed his last box

Not knowing if he would ever see the place,

He once called home

Lying in his bed,

Eyes wide open

He dreaded the trip that was to come,

At the break of dawn,

Sun shining bright,

He hopped into the truck

That sounded like a broken down car,

Waving goodbye to the place he knew so well

Off he went,

Now on the road

Trying to wrap his head around the subject

He didn’t know what was really happening,

Six days in the truck felt like a lifetime

Once he arrived,

He looked up,

Imagined the journeys that were to come,

And he let out a little smile.