The U-Turn

We drive this road all day.
We drive from April to May.
We drive this road so much.
We’ve almost lost our touch.
This road made us who we are.
This road can take us far.
This road can break our cars
and remind us of our scars.
This road brought joy and pain;
it was there in sun or rain.
We drive until we pass.
If something blocks our way,
then we turn around fast.
We will go. We can’t stay.
We drive until we turn back
on this road painted black.
It’s our turn to turn around –
to return to an old sound.