Highway 129.Deconstruction ahead.

Haunted by dreams that drive me to hunt for the meaning.

Camouflagrd reality unthreading like a yo with a broken string.

The further I go down this road, the unsteadiness of my grip veers into places I already know.

The wheel is spinning as i click and dial into the static of a song in the distance that brings me closer to home.

The words resonating through reckless thoughts that decipher the tone of the unknown.

In the distance the past unfolds,slamming the brakes,I look ahead as I reverse, looking straight ahead.

I put my hands back on the wheel, going to the places where I've never been.

The signal of the song getting stronger and the sky darkens as my last drop of ink runs from my pen.