What road do I take? Well, where are you going? I don’t know. Then it doesn’t matter. If you don’t know where you are going, any road will get you there. -Alice in Wonderland

Driving Home

Driving through the known streets of home. The breeze, nice and gentle, Brushes against my hand As I play with it. The moon hangs in the corner, Lopsided, Like a picture. My mind wanders off into the night.