RUNNING ON EMPTY

Walking along the highway,there's no one in sight
The woods are thick and dark on either side of me.
I'm walking and there's no traffic, not even one car or truck.
Slowly, the sense of desperation is growing,
A strange sort of fear, makes it harder to breathe,
A choking tightness in my chest.
I've already walked for miles, and I haven't met a soul.
I can see the glow of windows in the distance.
People in their homes, safe, warm, happy.
They don't know I'm passing by, lost.
If only I can get a little closer,
I might be able to look in for a second,
For that one fleeting moment I'll almost feel the warmth.
Then I'll turn slowly, though my feet are now beginning to drag,
Make my way back to the highway,
Back to the my long, blind journey,
The destination- I don't know,
Pull my jacket a little closer,
Pull the hood down over my face,
At least, I'll be safe inside my jacket,
Under my hood, alone with myself.