Working on a road trip story...

As I looked up at those giant green signs with their bright white arrows, it felt like I could almost see truth. Like I could sense it in myself somewhere. Still, I wasn’t sure. Maybe the truth wasn’t loud enough or I just didn’t know how to listen. East or west? North or south? New or old? Did I want us to turn back? I told myself I didn’t know, had no idea what to do, even as part of me knew it was a lie.