Going Nowhere (new poem)

People call it "going down the wrong path." I call it "going nowhere." You know those times when you royally screw up your life and it seems like there's no return? Going nowhere. One too many midnight mistakes in the flat bed of a Ford pickup. Going nowhere. Influenced by the four bottles of cheap wine thrown on the ground below. Going nowhere. Until the day we decide we are better than this godforsaken town. And we are going somewhere.