Night Drive

Cannot find a reason for this journey out Focused on the marks up front Seeing things in neon and shade in amounts Drawn towards their coloured runs Pulled into a form just a spec on the dark Growing as it moves head on Lighting in the frame but there's barely a spark Registers before its gone Free of any outside emotion Absorbed in only thoughts of the moment You really wanna to be on your own in And moving in a way that's hypnotic You join the flickered dots as they come in A delicate display that they're running Forward to a place that has no bearing to Anywhere that has a point Driving on the sense that you're not beholden to Any one descending voice Happy now to hold and to stay unaware Caught up in the nights surmise Taken by the way that the moments imbue Images of real surprise Immersed into a scene that's magnetic Drawn in by the visual aesthetic The overall effect is electric Emerging from a set play of whimsy You wonder if your next destination Will offer up the same elevation