Mile after mile the rumble beneath my soles sooth me. The concrete pads create a slight droning sound. The cloth seats hug my body and comfort my spine. This long journey from the grasslands to the mountains is necessary for my safety. I have grown wiry from the cumbersome and bland days of recent past. Water droplets fall from the sky and gently pelt the windshield. I see my hopeful future driving beside me; a Ghost.  A woman and man are seen through the window. The woman, beautiful and strangely familiar. The man blurred by the current presence of gloom and rain. She looks happy; I’m glad.

A bridge approaches and I’m taken in by the engineering that is holding me up. Both literally and figuratively, I am being supported by the weight of titans. Carrying me over the rapids and rocks that are taking me down this river called existence. I’m floating above cliffs like an eagle soaring over a battlefield. People are trying to shoot me down but I won’t let these simpletons get at me. Why worry about people when you control their words.

I’m past the bridge already, have you ever seen how time flies; try to catch it. As the clock ticks all we can do is hold on to our memories. You can’t expect the unexpected. The loneliest number is one and that is expected for that I am. Two can be as bad as one for its the loneliest number since the number one; like my language me and another is inexistente.

All the pain that they are causing is making me go insane. These voices inside my head, they can’t be seen; infrared. I’ve been through it all and have been hit by my ex’s schizo-squall. Conversations we aren’t having are causing me to go static; illmatic. I’ve done my best to be a leader but I have no followers. I’m out here driving by the backwoods listening to AJJ and thinking about you.

I enter a tunnel through the muscles of the land. Everything will be good by the weekend. Success and happiness tease me. I’m going to get mine anyway, these other fiends are just in the way. Break a leg I say; I’ll see you at the play. Wicked is showing and I’m staring in this documentary about my journey. We are the kings of the animal kingdom. I hear a piano subtly playing This as pleasant words enter my mind, “Love’s a twisted thing, I’d have given everything and I have given everything and I have lost her.”

I see the light at the end of the tunnel and my mind gets clearer. I approach the light and I notice the car next to me again. I see through the reflections and into my future as I press play.

Our house is a very, very, very fine house with two cats in the yard,
Life used to be so hard, Now everything is easy ’cause of you and our— I’ll light the fire, while you place the flowers in the vase that you bought today.

The ghost reveals itself to me as I look into a mirror.

I smile as I continue on these rails of concrete. La La La.