Villanelle on the Car Ride Home

My second-and a far better try at a Villanelle

The miles pass as on and on I go,
Across the straits and still life mountain tops.
I wonder what the ending day will show,

Colored with joy or shadowed in woe?
From bustling cities to towns with dusty shops,
The miles pass as on and on I go.

It used to be fear was my greatest foe,
And my parents who called the shots.
I wonder what the ending day will show?

It's been since I lived my life in Co.
The memory has my stomach clenched in knots.
The miles pass as on and on I go.

Today it's not so much what I fear, but k now,
That though I've been abscnent life never stops.
I wonder what the ending day will show,

How much has changed, will be a blow.
From pink to puce the sky changes her frocks,
And the miles pass as on and on I go.
I wonder what the ending day will show.