it takes me in its hand
I don't know what it is
or if it even has hands
but I know it exists
in some ethereal realm
pushing along a corkscrew hallway
which switches it's polarity
with every hard to draw breath
It has a plan for me
or an idea
and all of my other aspects
are thrown out of the window of a moving car
they are useless to this guiding force which has me
and the road ahead is hazy from the heat
and oasis watering holes fill this desert
with signs which read
"happy hour 24 hours a day"
and I've never been religious
so it's strange to have to
put all of my faith in something