my final destination

Flying through the blackest of nights
with my graveyard of critters
on the grill,
leading the way,
in my tired car
-the sun's behind me,
setting the tone

and my eyes are playing tricks
i keep seeing illuminated echoes of mountain silhouettes
that don't really exist

I'm sitting, hoping for Elko, Nevada to show up soon
I'll soon have arrived at my final destination
with an empty wallet
And a completion-sadness-exhaustion look on my face
ignoring my next adventure
and focused on my expired trip.