The slippery track

Rain paints the tarmac
balding tyres struggle to grip onto it
arms slightly rotate to meet the curves
to take the necessary swerves

Mind numbing rain hitting the windshield
as if it were your very own eyes
Travel secretly steals your energy
so after the distance a strange exhaustion hugs you

Down the slippery track toward the next town
in the direction of tomorrow
toward next week
marriage
retirement(a strange exhaustion hugs you)
death