Tires encounter the usual uneven terrain of the multiple intersections as the car carves its listless way. Windows open, moved by the pristine passions of appetizing tunes, the driver makes its way to point B, mind dancing on tune-driven waves in the endless ocean of distraction, far far away from the present. Visions dance by, stick, and dislodge. Wind ruffled leaves, rainbow assortments infect the line of sight for fifteen seconds then blur by. Speeding, speeding onward.
Thoughts drift
Away from the fickle traffic lights,
Away from the exhausting motors,
Away from the gum stuck streets,
Away from red faced suits hollering profanities at each other,
Away even from the lofty music of the unbiased stereo.
Away to speculation’s scenic sights.
Away to streaming imagination’s melded vortex.
Away to ultimate freedom.
The dis-
connect
-ed freedom.
The sort of freedom only the insane can experience.
Let the subconscious deal with reality.
Just this once.
The subconscious learned to drive before the conscious self, so give it reign!
There is Life to ponder.
A higher plane than the mundane.
Drive, drive subconscious!
Drive the physical.
Drive the physical while I live.
Behind its mask I bask in peace.
Behind its mask I ask for not.
Now drive on subconscious,
Drive the physical,
Drive until the motor stops
Forever.
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