Driving fast past colors and snap shots of stationary people.
For now we are young, travelling towards something else.
For what reason? We just drive, we don't know where.
The wind plays with our hair and we smile, singing.
We burst into laughter, skidding past some corner.
I am at peace and thinking of only the present.
But this is something that is only temporary.
Driving forwards through space and time.
Our gas is full and we feel unstoppable.
Soon this now will become the next.
The happy blur of color and sound
Will stop and we'll be stationary
Like the pictures we flew past
Before. It is hard to see now
But we drive fast through
The blanket of darkness.
Our thoughts blur like
the Colors we see, I
Laugh over a fear
That we'll crash
Before the end.
I hear brakes
The end is
Too soon.
It stops.
