I'll Never Give Up

With the last gasping gulp, hand stretch forth
grabbing, groping, for some purchase
pillaging stores, proffering coin, conniving
for another ride, riling against routine on
trackless track a trek that takes us back
to those moments we relive with finality
those moments of such banality
round again on a roundabout curving into cul-de-sac
reverse and drive back, your map a reflection of flat earth
You life a redirection of charmed birth
Grasp and grope with last breath, bated as hope hovers
a whoosh of relief storm is weathered