Last horizon

Streetlights fading into gray,
Fast lanes cutting through the rain.
Every mile feels infinite, every second pulling deeper.
City shadows disappear, only engine noise remains.
No returning to the silence, no escape from who we were.
Heartbeat, fast motion, skyline fading in the distance.
One chance, still moving, nothing waiting in the rearview.
Last horizon, night motion.
Last horizon, still moving.