I have a drive to drive through empty roads.
No other car in sight.
My kind of music.
Manoeuvring through every curve of the earth and progress of man.
I want to reach cities and suburbs.
Oceans and lakes.
Buildings, tall and short.
Houses, big and small.
I want to see distant cities look like a million fireflies flickering in the night sky.
I want to take that detour just to feel closer to home.
I want to chase the clouds at day and the moon at night.
I want to drive aimlessly through snow and rain,
Hills and valleys.
Cycling through the mediocrity and triviality of popular culture,
I want embrace the beauty of strangers met and those I couldn’t stop to say hello.
I want to glance inwards,
I want to be on that wheel.
Because I know this just isn’t a drive to drive,
But a drive to find myself.
Out of the universal fad,
I want to be a misfit.
Maybe in this dark cocoon,
I want to learn how to fly.