Don't Let Me Drive

Driving long distance with nothing to look at

In an infinite cycle of boredom – ugh, nausea — trapped, my

Senses spiral. They whir frenetically like a…

Train Station! The bustle of acoustically charged hubbub bouncing off of linoleum vibrates the snail in my ears — Oh no, some poor kid lost their balloon. I wonder how many balloons there are in outer space —

Rooted somewhere in my psyche, I know the ruckus isn't real. But the noise; so loud!

Asphalt ahead, asphalt behind, ass —

Cows!

There! Look at those two! They're — oh...

I'll just give them a little privacy — ope, there goes another insect to the windshield; that's eleven so far.

Overcompensating for ennui, the brain makes its own entertainment to block out the odious white noise of monotony. Speaking of noise, how about some music? Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen —

Never give me the wheel on a road trip. The journey was pretty exciting though, right?