do you remember when
we’d pack up the car
in the quiet light
of the fading night
we'd follow the waning star

it was simpler then;
we’d roam near and far
puppy in the back
you keeping track
of every make of car

on shimmering highways
so blissfully free
searching for an asylum in the sun
thirsty for mystery

riding the rails of the contrails
our senses implode
in binary code
and explanation fails

on shimmering highways
so blissfully free
searching for an asylum in the sun
thirsty for mystery

dad lights a cigarette;
mom dozes against the door
and flimsy white lines
trip across time
tick away for evermore