Driving the steel

and black wheels turning

onwards without destination

pausing in moments

for something familiar

some trace of knowing



Distance approaches

blurs into passing

colourless void

without change

so much to long for

takes so much effort

so much strength to contain



The haunted road

the scattered ghosts

of years of days of nights

driving these wires of darkness

fleeting shapes in the lights



Violent landscape

internal dreamscape

a journey that constantly tells

leaving places

loosing each other

we lose whole parts of ourselves