Dead End

Igniting my engine,
I started wheeling
in the lanes between my ears
from a state of inertia
fueled by a desire
for a smooth drive

slowing down at the bends
without needing to brake
driving at a steady pace
to the rhyme of my engine

i lost count of the miles
didn't know how far is left to go
then pulled up at the sign
reading "Welcome to Writers Block"
forcing me to pull up
having reached the dead end
muttering in vain
"what a waste"
looking around for a coffee shop
to refresh and have a leak