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Writer's pictureKayla Brethauer

On the Turnpike...

On the turnpike, I am lost.

Looking for a sign, anything to signal I follow the correct path.

Is that a road I have crossed?

Is this where I began?


Looking for a sign, anything that signals I follow the correct path.

Like a siren at the scene of a crime, the voice in my brain screams.

This is where I began:

with an insatiable desire to live out every one of my dreams.


Like a siren at the scene of a crime, the voice in my brain screams

To never give up the wish I am pursuing,

this insatiable desire to live out all my dreams

will surely be my undoing.


On the turnpike, I am lost.

A green metal sign advertises a diverging exit.

Is that a road I have crossed,

Or has a new adventure begun?

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