Taxi Man

This sonnet is about escaping a generic, pointless life. Anyone can take a taxi and drive far far away to escape their current situation.

Here’s to all the taxi cabs

With all their nameless drivers

Here’s to all the faithless people

Used to being numbers

 

Taxi man, oh taxi man,

I don’t know where we’re going or if we’re coming back

Streetlights provide what moonlight can’t

In a world where no life is choreographed

 

Here’s to all the 32 ounce hearts

And all their owners willing to make a start

Here’s to all 206 bones

And all the taxi drivers always driving home

My soul won’t drive if my mind isn’t free

So slam the door and drive to infinity