Monday, October 8, 2007

Mindless Auto-Pilot

Press the brake.
Turn the key.
Shift.
Go.

Cruising down the street,
not a thought in my mind,
'cept time.
Have to get there soon....

Zippin' down I-5.
Passin' the slow and dumb
(don't talk on the cell-phone if you can't drive!).
Craftin' ways to get there.

Off this exit.
Down this road.
Up this street.
Park.

I'm here
without a thought in my mind.
'Cept one:
Did i make it?