Long way home
There's something about it. Passing those people in the street without a thought or assumptions. Just watching the city lives. Some roads are so bumpy that I can't even drive over 10 km/hour. Some roads are small. The others are big enough but haven't been asphalted. Some roads are even bumpier.
And sometimes, along this ride I'd stop by to catch the scenery or view that caught my attention before I drive back until I hear that voice in my heart say it's time for me to go home. Sometimes it takes a long time. And I might blow my tires once or twice. But the lesson's learned. No matter how long the road is, I always find my way home.