I clutch the steering wheel, as if it were my only companion. I find comfort in its stillness. I know it will always be there. A familiar song fills the car from a cola-stained cassestte. I let the car do the driving.. and me, I do the thinking. I think I am lost on this curvy road. It's end is uncertain to me. But I do not mind.. A breeze kisses my cheeks. It is gentle and soothing. I want to close my eyes. My logic and reasoning prevent this. So instead I stare..blankly. Watching the yellow line twist as my car follows obediently. I do not know where I am going. At least I am not alone.. the hum of my engine, and the rattling, of some miscellaneous piece of metal let me know that I am safe. I fix my gaze on the open road. It's mystery is comforting. No one will know me at the end of the road. It is the only place left for me. That is where I am headed. That is where this curvy road shall end. Until then, I will listen, to my cola-stained cassette, and sing every word confidently, at the top of my lungs. I will clutch the steering wheel. Sooner or later I shall find my somewhere. Afterall, it is just a little further.. down the Road.
Reason for writing:
Driving
Birth sign: Aries
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