The road curves. I turn with it.
The music is loud. I sing louder.
I roll the window down.
The wind blows. My hair flies in the air.
My eyes shift. This way and that,
Everywhere but on the road,
Only on the frames.
The music is loud. I sing louder.
I roll the window down.
The wind blows. My hair flies in the air.
My eyes shift. This way and that,
Everywhere but on the road,
Only on the frames.
Out of the corner of my eye I see:
Figures dancing in the streets.
Trees dancing in the breeze.
Lurking shadows.
Sun setting behind the mountains.
Traffic.
Only on the frames.
[HALT]: Red Light.
My foot slams the pedal.
My breaks screech.
The music is silent...
The dancing stops...
The wind ceases...
But only for a moment.
[GO]: Green Light.
Music blaring.
Eyes wandering, seeing:
Figures dancing.
Trees dancing.
Lurking shadows.
Sun setting behind the mountains.
Only on the frames.
All these things that my eyes are attracted to
[frame] the road:
The people.
The places.
[Frames]
