Driving

Sitting in silence

The rev of the engine is my only music.

My cabin is dark.

An occasional red tint slashes across my face.

My hand is firm on the wheel

The other cradles the stick.

Both feet are in perfect harmony, clutch and gas

My eyes are dark, stern, I cut left and right.

The destination is unknown

The starting point long forgotten

I hurtle down the dark highway

Mind and body working seamlessly

I have no plans on stopping

I have no plans at all.