We Need to Keep Our Eyes Open

The road ahead is pot-holed, broken,
we need to keep our eyes wide open,
concentrate on the moving tracks,
never look back at what went before,
just keep on moving, watching those holes.

Trees ripped by the wind release branches,
another hazard along the dark stretch,
blinded by oncoming beams, sideways rain,
destination coming closer, seems further away,
particularly when wind takes hold of the chassis.

Tell me when we get there, you ask drowsily,
gazing into the dazzling, distorting light,
dents in our path, rain affecting vision,
wind swerving the car, I grip the wheel tighter,
determined to get you there in one piece.