Night Driver

Compelled as I am forever to follow The unchartered path of my questing soul, Absurd must I find all these clipped tec directives, Turn here, bear left, drive right past the goal. Slow down, feel the moonlight, let the side roads mistaken Give rise to a yearning for all you have missed, Drink in the starlight, let the cool air awaken Within you the thoughts of the girl you once kissed And left again. Left again, right at the crossroads, Slow at the station, then on up the hill, behind you the traffic builds up in the city, Before you the dawn creeps over the sill.