On nights like this,
My stare can shatter streetlights through the windshield.
The highway sings a song, 
Cement whispering of sweet escape.
Constructs of man,
Glass towers,                       
The playful blinking of hell fire taillights,
Meaningless numbers on green signs,  
Pass me  while I wish them away.
But I can drive.
The horizon as the siren on a rock,
Emitting chords of temptation.
She says save me sailor,
Sailor asks salvation to be swift,
As I captain my vessel over asphalt oceans.
Few odd stars are above.  
Sky in eyesight yet,                        
Mostly empty and black.
The highway ahead,
Beckons to come sink my ship.
I’m drowning in flight,
But I drive on.


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