On The Road

It happens this thing when you’re travelling on the road
You never put your eyes on the cement floor
Or the lane roads
Or the trees that past by
Your four roads rushed up with speed
The music that is bumping from your stereo
The hand that is making a rhythm
And for god sakes, you think
This wont be a long road
Or a long trip
And you’re not going to be travelling forever
So he stops the car
He makes a quick step in the brake
And giggles
You try to love him so much
But its just a trip
Inside a car
A box of cigarettes
And a pack of bags
The silent sads
That travel and love to travel
Into selfishness
And a pure shameless air
Into nowhere
Dive into pure madness
He makes a quick step
He giggles
The fingers on the steering wheel
This is driving into nowhere
But somewhere
We find ourselves to be
aware
of
all of that
where.