Flying down the 14 freeway in the clouded dark
Feels a lot like space traveling. The dark encampment
Of night mirroring the black of the universe, the stars
Mimicked by the city lights that blaze by. The speed
Of machine barely within human scope of thinking bringing to
Focus the clatter of thin metal between harsh, swift death
And soft unassuming passengers. The shadows of mountains
In the distance are the endless possibilities of worlds
not yet touched. This land is mine, this space is mine.
I conquer rode and light as I pass through time.