Moments in Spain

One of the few I had time to write whilst I was on holiday in Spain.

Untangeling headphones in the dark,

that's what I am,

and we're in a tunnel long and smokey,

there are a million different exits,

everyone a different highway,

the toll expensive,

like the story of my life,

the road is smooth,

spanish the song,

indifferent everyone,

my car won't go the same way,

will I not let it drive,

not have the gas to make it,

will I fly if I tried hard,

is it nightrider beneath me,

shall i ask.

not have the money she asked me,

the gates always closed for me,

everyone else speeds off to their destiny,

afraid am I of mine,

is there one?

or maybe too many for me?

am I unwanted in someone else's side car?