I'm in the backseat.
The world is flashing by me in the window.

Trees
Fields
Farms
The occasional pond.

All of it and none of it,
What does it matter.

Today I left the Harbor
Of my school.

My ship is heading for unknown waters.

Yet I sit here in the backseat.
She is driving.
The girl of my dreams.

She is driving, my mind is in turmoil.

We are leaving.
I won't see her for who knows how long.

I won't see any of them...
I break