I'm at a dead-end.  It's a beautiful dead-end.  The desert is stretched out before me, miles and miles of blank canvas.  The sun is sinking slowly behind the horizon and the stars are shining brilliantly above.  The music is everywhere - in the wind, in the mountains...it's coming from inside of me, it's coming from my heart, and I feel like exploding from the magic and the love and the unbelievable warmth.  I want to dance.  I want to create. 

But I can't. 

I'm trapped - completely trapped.  The road has ended for the moment.  It's not that I only look to the future or reminisce in the past.  I live in the present, but I'm stuck in my present.  I want to touch the stars and dance through the desert.  I want to drive away, far far away, on a road with no destination. 

Maybe.  Someday.