Ode To Sleep

Slow and steady, I follow the winding black road to no where. A stream of gray smoke escapes my lips, and it begins to swirl, folding over itself until vanishing with the wind. And I just drive. I feel the night air as it hits my face, covering me in cold. I inhale more black tar, exhaling less fear, I can breathe once more. The fresh air of the night, becomes a friendly acquaintance hovering over me, and excusing me for interrupting it. And I just drive. The yellow lines flash by me as I sit, stepping on the gas, moving faster hoping the night will send me to the Day. I drive over the lines and onto a ledge, over looking the mountains. I can almost touch Orion's Belt. I inhale once more, white smoke escaping, as I flick my friend, saying bye for the last time. Up through the mountains where I hit the acceleration and fly Ode to my last cigarette, and now I just drive into the sun. I just drive.