Night Drive

Night is locked down within its darkness. I am not driving into the morning but slipping deeper into a night-tide. Occasionally the road is almost lit by stuttering neon signs, mostly the roadside houses seem unplugged from any light. Black paned bedroom windows seem to reflect the dreamers behind them, each dreamscape is different but collectively the same. I'm driving, watching the headlights scanning the road ahead as if my car were a luna vehicle exploring an alien landscape. I had a plan, I had a destination, now I have to crawl my way along this endless road knowing nothing of journeys. Somewhere ahead of me there is a dawn awakening yet now I see that it is further away then far. It is beyond, and in my head phantom eyes are closing.