Long Road

My feet led me down the asphalt road, curiously down the middle actually. Barefoot, my blisters riddled my nerves with pain with each step, yet still i moved forward. No dividers for the lanes were found, only my slow tread down the center. I felt the cool night-winds cloak me in comfort as I stared at the road ahead. My eyes couldn't make anything ahead, yet noticed light coming from behind.
Unable to stop, I turned my head to see a vehicle carrying people I knew drive by me, keeping pace with me. We engaged in conversation, one that left me with a sense of joy. Enjoying their company, I yearned to ride with them, to be rid of my blistering walk. They were forced to decline, however. Their vehicle was already full. After some unknown amount of distance was passed, we came to their turn, and we parted ways there. Still I kept walking down my road, however.
Not knowing how much time had passed nor distance covered, vehicle by vehicle drove up to me, carrying the people I grew fondly of. It became a routine: Talk to them, enjoy their company, ask for a ride, and realize their vehicle was full, and watch them drive off their turn. Still I wondered when I'd find my own.
I turned my head around and looked at the road I left behind. Lightposts flickered occasionally and showed no pattern for placement, seemingly random. I found it interesting, seeing as I could find no lightposts on the road ahead of me. I would, however, notice that when a great deal of time had passed from walking through the Night, a lightpost would find itself power and light my path just a little bit. Each lightpost seemed to need more and more time than before to light my way, however. I wished to reach my Turn.
I wondered when the Lightposts wouldn't light my way anymore.
I wondered when my feet would give.
I wondered.

There are those who feel safe in the light, and those who feel safer in the dark.