There's a voice I long to hear.
I want to be able
    to soak up its words
        like some photosynthetic freak of nature.
But I'm sitting at the back of this bus.
    And all I can see is...

Awaken from a glimpse of something horrific.
Something that I can't yet understand.
    Perhaps too soon.
    Perhaps too late...

For now, I try to make sense
    of the tangled mess of highway
    perpetually stuck in rush hour
    inside my head.

So I speed on
    towards the intersection
        still terrified
        still helpless
        still towards you