Writing Poetry While Driving

let me find solice in my thoughts but they weren't thoughts at all but turned out to be feelings perhaps she forgot about me just for the day for i'm easily forgotten not very special but it might be my old school reception like the black and white television that she never conceived could be really real that i would need to try to see if the rabbit ears would bend just right or a little to the left to upset the frequency just enough that i would have the ability to see a little more clearly but clearly i'm going to need to stand as if the hanged man of the tarot deck except i'll not be hanging from one leg but standing and with proper winds and direction i should be able to receive at least if just a limited bit of communication from her to me inspirational enough to write at least one of your poems as you breathe into me what a muse does or does do with her poet by chance let's go on a trip and take a first step non romance meeting hopefully meaning or meaningfully as seen by the result of no one's fault but fate that we would sate each other's thirst for life and for wellbeing discovering the true feeling of watching a sunset together