Circular Vehicular

when I drive at night

on empty open roads sunk comfortably in mountain ranges

I'm always driving to the same place

transported between yellow and white lines

curling over the state lines

they drew on dirt below the black asphalt

further on into deep turning circles

spinning wheels beneath palms and soles

spinning thoughts tirelessly rotating

the turns that don't come might lead me home

down along winding roads

up and into a direction I know well

and haven't seen in a while

my dim brights don't show me much of the way

but I see just enough ahead

to know I'm driving in circles