Fixated on the road,

Music whistling as the wind,

And the wind becomes music.

Staring at the trees standing tall,

Cast a shadow into free from groves,

And fall in formation behind me.

Snowflakes throw themselves onto the windshield,

Crystalizing the air,

And elongating the road ahead of me.

As the sky dims,

And the world turns a darker shade of blue,

I wonder what would happen if I were to close my eyes,

And let something else take.