The road drops
The driver stops
Fantasies full
Frantic false memories
Uncertain panic
Fills my fingers
Frail digits
Pale skin fidgets
Scared
Is this the path
I was on
Or have I stumbled
Swerving into
Another lane
Someone else’s brain
The furious fog of reality
Frightens me
Uncertainty heightens
Does not enlighten
I do not know
Why I am here
Half way up the hill
The city spills
All light and wonder
Flowing majesty
A hopeful future
For all that live to see
For all that drive
On through the night
With a few rest stops
Almost to that horizon
Where the pillow
Will hold my head
Where hope finds truth
Instead
Of dark and violent memories
My fingers touch
The dust of that mirage
Partially behind
And half in front
Because it haunts
My sub-consciousness
The road rides me
More than I ride it
Fitting this thing
This human being
That is me
In a metal and plastic box
With no locks
Just doors that fling open
Seatbelts that are broken
And I fly high
Out into the night life
Before I ever touch
Those city lights