Down the road

I am being carried away.. I am not a free agent but a reluctant passenger. A worried hitchhiker on the highway to hell. My bags are heavy, I don't have enough room for all this shit. I need to find a place to rest and warm my hands. I keep looking over my shoulder with longing. What am I leaving behind? Is it worth the return? If I leave will there be any coming back? Will it look like it did when I left the city lights? My compass is not giving me any reading.  Carry me gently, cold bitter wind.  Please let a brighter day find my face.