One day, when on a trip I went,

My sister, along for the drive,

I drove all day, and then night came,

Surprisingly we were still alive.

Toward the end, of that long day,

We were tired, but the sun still shone.

Snacks and water, stories and shades,

We made it, but there was no hurray.

My brain was stressed.

My hands clenched tight.

I couldn't handle more but less.

My eyes felt strained by any light.

To my aid, my sister came,

A driver switcheroo.

She made me run, my nerves to tame,

And squeezed my hand too.

Desperate times, desperate measures,

She spun donuts in an empty lot.

Windows down, music in my leisure,

My anxiety eventually stopped.

Finally, in the end of that day,

We stopped to sleep at a hotel.

Exhausted body and mind to bed did lay,

To rest and sleep for a spell.