The Road Is the Song

It’s that feeling

a hum in your chest,

a song on the radio

that isn’t just sound

but memory,

possibility.

Fast Car drifts through the speakers,

Tracy Chapman’s voice

isn’t just a chorus,

it’s a promise

that somewhere out there

the road widens,

the air softens,

and you’ll finally breathe.

That’s where life is.

Not in the destination,

not in the carefully drawn map

but in the chase,

the restless high

of what comes next.

The world unspools in flashes,

gas station lights,

the blur of trees,

a stranger’s headlights

meeting yours for a moment

before passing on.

I grip the wheel tighter.

I don’t know where the road bends,

or what waits beyond the dark,

but I know this:

it’s exhilarating

just to keep going,

just to feel the night

carry me forward

toward a horizon

I can’t yet see.

Sometimes, life isn’t found in certainty but in the rush of what’s unfinished; the hum of a song, the curve of a road, the breath taken before the unknown. This is about that restless exhilaration, the chase of what comes next, and the way a melody like “Fast Car” can carry us into the wide open night.