A summer spent in the passengers seat, watching and learning.
Hardly riveting, though still gazing at the driver who looks free.
I wonder how long it should take for me to control my own direction.
Not just a license, but freedom.
Still.. I watch the clouds drift through blue skies, I watch the trees motion away from the car.
The leaves falling slowly.
On this road, I forget where it is I am taken
But think of the feeling.
He reads and says, But you are still a pedestrian...you are still free.
But when the morning comes and goes and you are still in your house..looking out;
Watching the movement of the motorway; the stillness of the traffic,
You feel alone.
