Drive He Said

Driving down a center line
With smell of gasoline.
Nothing lost but drops of time
With nothing in between.

Roadsigns order me around
While lost in my own dreams.
Never going to get me found
In shining headlight beams.

Drifting shifting, haul my load
Like blowing sand, I know.
I’m driving down a black-top road,
Sweating as I go.