I Am the Highway (Original)
I am the highway
Covered in wanderlust
Dotted in hitchhikers
Who seek a ride to
The end of the world.
They wear me out
These soundless words
This wordless language
The enduring hum
Of the driving grave.
Our ideas hold the water
Locked like the oil before the rain,
It slowly sinks down
Back out of sight
Into the bedrock of us.
This mind of mine
This mindful journey
This mind of mine is deeper still
Two parts material
One part spirit.
My thoughts are the asphalt
These emotions my glaive
The stretching horizon is time.
Teasing the wandering lost:
I lie; I am the highway.