These hands are holding me back
These hands they can’t even feel
Time has no mind to understand
How well it’s hands can heal
Or how slow it’s hands can go
When I am trying to get home
When I’m driving in the dark
Or at altitude alone
These feet are holding me back
These feet they don’t even move
Miles have no mind to understand
How many feet that I drove
Or how many more I must go
When I want to be with you
When I’m running open roads
Oh the miles never knew
But I am only three hundred thirty-six hours out from the end of this journey I’m making
Every hour three thousand seconds reminding me painfully how long it’s taking
Just to get home to the place I began to the place I left and left you standing
I hope you know every minute I’m gone is a minute I spend desperately planning
How I can get back to you
vampireweather 
I love this one. I read it over and over and over. It seems to be a short period of time… It is funny how life changes your perspective.. having a countdown to a time puts a level of comfort in the waiting usually. however, the unknown is magical andn can hold some hidden optimism which is wonderful. With a countdown you know definitely, but when you don’t know maybe its sooner than you think? 🙂 thank you again for another wonderful post.
Patience is certainly challenging. Thank you!
Just wanted to say again how much I love this one. 🙂
Nicely written~
Thank you!
I love it as always…
I’m glad you took time to dig into the archives and read this. Thank you!