Creeping up beside you, there is a feeling of complexity.
Hello, it’s nice to meet you.
Not quite what you expected.
Do you wish your days were numbered
Like the boring license plates
You watch pass you on the highway
Feeling like things make sense
Because you’re so focused
On where you’re going –
Where you’ve been going the whole time
But this one-way street has been reconstructed
You can turn off anytime
Just look at the Polaroid
Hanging from your visor
Trace the outline of a new route with your finger
Leave the map
Crumpled on your back seat
Where the wind blows the ashes of your half smoked cigarette
And look to the sky as daylight fades
Turn down the radio
So you can listen to the waves
As your heart beats in tune with the pulls of the tide
Stare up at the stars
And breathe deeply.
Pick up the map
And find me.