A Thousand Miles

Coolness....
Wind...
Sunshine.

He is driving,
With the coolness of his spirit in control of the steering wheel.
He is driving,
With the wind caressing his incorruptible face.
He is driving,
With his eyes challenging the sunshine.

He is driving nowhere,
yet the journey seems so well defined.
The destination:
to put a thousand miles between his soul and his reasoning.
They get the best of him these days.

As he contemplates on the universe's creation,
He can't delve deep enough into the meaning of his own.

Turmoil of inexplicable feelings, encrypted thoughts
Govern his being.
He can't fathom his own nature.

And so with speed, he soothes his disarrangement.
And so with distance, he relieves his entrapped emotions.

The solitude of the road lends to him a crying shoulder.
The perplexity of the sky offers him a leading hand.

He sees so much and yet he is blind,
For the answer is in him.

It's not in the distance, nor in the wind,
Nor in the tears that roll down his baby face.

The answer is inside his heart...
He just has to accept it.