driving on the motorway
surrounded by
cars, vans, trucks
campers, buses
who are they?
where are they going?
where have they been?
beside the road
hay paddocks, long grass
iridescent in the sun
stroked by the wind
like crushed velvet
come alive
driving on the motorway
music filling my space
with different times
places people
who am i?
where am i going?
where have i been?
in this glass and metal bubble
the possibilities seem
infinite
i can be anyone
going anywhere
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