The Drive

Ever just get in your car and drive to nowhere?

Ever just reach some kind of breaking point where you need to get away but you can't and so you just...drive?

You know, the kind of drive where you can think for just a while...

The kind of drive where you can find that open stretch of highway with next to no one on it and you just... go.

It's that moment you find that song with no words, that song you won't sing to, but the song that sings to you.

And you play that song in the background, and you roll down the windows and let the wind pass through you until you suddenly feel free.

And at some point your thoughts just roll through you like the highway before you, just passing under the wheels of your mind, and you like it that way.

Thoughts... just passing...

No stoplights, no intersection, just... motion...

And at some point you notice that no one seems to be on this road with you, and you like it that way...

No one is slowing you down, no one is blocking your path, and no one is there to ride your ass.

Lights are the only thing you're passing. ...just passing lights...

And you keep hitting the repeat button on the stereo, because that one song completely suits your mood and you don't want to lose it just yet.

And you could turn off the highway and go home, but you're not ready to go there yet.

All you want is just a little more time to remember what it feels like to have wings, just a little more time to lock this moment away in your mind and call on it again like some sort of hidden super power and know that...

There really is no breaking point, there are only things that wear you down, but there is no breaking...  not for you...

And then you roll up the windows, and you turn down the music, and you sit at the red light and wait for your turn and you head home, to reality, with a sense of calm and understanding that no one else knows.

Just you and the Highway.