Driving through a place
One I've never known-
To tell me yes or no
I just don't choose to listen

I don't care anymore
Caring is for people who
Have something left inside
I'm done, I'm going to

Shoot on through these streets
Watch the trees turn into fragments
Of light green and brownish swirls
I'm not turning around

There is no back, just forth
I go to these dementions -which
Some may dream about
But sleep, there is none here

The wild world it spins about
Without wheels to train a route
And yes, I love it so I go
But never ask to where I'm going

I'm just going to Gun it
Then I'll find out where it stops