Horizon (outro)

They said I won.

I'm not sure "won" is the right word

for it.

The road went quiet after,

and so,

I think, did I,

a little bit.

Comet's still out there somewhere,

still fast, still new,

still becoming

maybe that was always the actual point of running

Horizon,

horizon

was I ever really here at all

horizon,

horizon

or just a story this highway liked to tell

Maybe I'm a ghost of every driver who never got to finish

maybe I'm a myth the road invented just to not feel so

diminished

Maybe I'm something stranger — built,

not born, not quite either one

a question somebody somewhere needed answered before the asking was done

Doesn't matter what I am.

Mattered that I drove it.

If you see taillights up ahead you can't quite catch

— that might be me.

Might not be.

Depends on the night.

Depends on the road.

Depends on whether you're ready to find out.

Horizon,

horizon

this is where the story lets me go horizon,

horizon

whether I'm coming back — even I don't

know