Pondering,
Got in my car.
Wondering,
I drove down my alley.
Pensive,
Driving straight across the bridge.
Now I'm parked above the road,
staring down into the freeway.
Contemplating,
I turned my radio on
but all I hear is silence.
I can hear myself think.
Sometimes I like to sit in my car
and remove myself from existence.
As I stare Infinitely at infinite amount of human beings sitting inside their cars driving.
Where are they going?
I imagine myself in each car
living a million life's and I still find myself feeling lost, directionless, and looking over at my rear end mirrors.