headless, hypnotized, and driven
cruising like a ghost
on a blank saturday afternoon
the music is low
and the mood is high
the sky is streaked
with adventurous indifference
and there’s rarely any destination
worth considering

so..
just drive
drive into the sun
drive like a curious robot
left on hold
drive past faded fields
that remember longer days
and empty houses
that would rather forget
drive past mercenaries marching
to machine gun melodies
and vacant shops
waiting for revolution

distraction, reaction,
and the rhythm of
random encounters
softly saving
this sample of sanity
sometimes a lonely car trip
is the perfect way
to clear the mind
and gain perspective