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.