Walking On

As the gauge runs low,
My car slowly grinds
to a halt. Fueless,
the engine sputters
and dies with a sigh.

In the middle of
nowhere. Yet it's not
somewhere I don't know.
Fortunately as well,
anywhere is fine.

I step out of the
empty shell of a car,
and breathed in the cool
night air. It feels quite
refreshing. I hope.

Now as I take my
first step to someplace,
I wonder where it
will lead me to. Per-
haps I can find home.

But an eventual
outcome I'll ne'er
know; All I dare say
now is, it's time to
just keep walking on.