Highway (Part I)

On the highway to heaven,
Do you to stop and grab a fourty
From the seven-eleven
Swerving lane to lane
Doing a buck and some change
Still the pit stops turn into the pits
Bobbing your head to the latest hits
Twisted.
Pulled off, onto the beaten path
Road a while
Tried to get back on track, off this exit
But missed it.
Wall-to-wall traffic met me, more to see.
But I was stuck off the exit, where I know I shouldn’t be.
Partied hard and late,
Epiphany, I woke early and snuck back.
I road clear path, things fell into place.
I tried to keep my eyes on the highway,
Dozed, and needed to stop.
Or so I thought, it was my way.
Lord told me, “Son, My way is the Highway”
I shrugged and got back off.
I needed a break, fought that urge.
I’d go harder then ever, splurge.
Get it out of my system.
Plus I wanted to get back to those I left
I missed them.
Secretly missing me too, hoping I'd come back
More company justifies the acts.