I Should've Called

Driving down high-way north-71 solo,
It's just me thinking with myself,
The things that I've done,
The things that I want to do even,
Quickly glancing over to the side,
Watching the tree's reach out to me from afar,
Other cars seem to be passing me by,
Am I going to slow?
Or are they going to fast?
Speeding right along with the crowd,
The sky so pretty and so blue,
So never ending and so true,
So full of light happy clouds,
Sparkling buildings looking directly at me,
A small pain rushes through my head and vanishes,
What is that supposed to mean?
Should I watch out?
Take something?
Or just keep going about my day?
Is it god speaking to me?
Should I quickly call the people I love,
But no longer speak too?
No, I'll do it later.
There is always tomorrow to look forward too,
White dotted lines racing against me,
Surrounding me on both sides,
I'm locked, in this lane,
White lines vs me,
Don't you see?
No one can touch me,
No one can hurt me,
I'm invincible.
Until that car painted red behind me,
Speeds up from out of the blue,
Thudding into my back end,
Driving me off the road,
Into a ditch, full of blackness,
To die.
Why didn't I listen to my concious,
And call the people I held a grudge against.