The roads that I travel are filled with holes,
worn and weathered from both tread and time.
Their unstable surfaces take their toll
but now I must endure their final climb.
My engine falters at the highest peak
but kicks back into life after a brief stall.
My view from the top is beautiful but bleak,
knowing I must encounter the next haul.
After a consultation with my map
I resign myself to make the descent,
praying that my brake cables will not snap
and that my fuel gauge is not void and spent.
I managed to return safe and unharmed
but each mile left me more scared and alarmed.
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