RESTLESS

My thoughts are lost on a dark country road. 

I'm eager to arrive at my destination, 

Yet the landmarks are all wrong. 

Eyes straining, neck curving – keep an eye out for deer! 

I’m driving too fast; I know it. 

I need to breathe. 

The grade of the road screams “Caution!” 

Yet, I race ahead of my train of thought. 

One turn, taken too sharply - 

The gravel of my intentions crunches as the tires spin. 

I lurch into the ditch. 

There's no airbag to save me. 

Blackness.