I spend approximately
one hour each day
driving my car
to and from
my job
and for one hour
each day
I am truly alone
with all those remaining
hours that frame a day
laid to waste for the desire
of others
and the others are always
fighting for and devouring
the scraps of the day
I am unable to claim
as my own
all those hours not mine
simple sand poured through glass
given away for free
to no one and everyone
but me
I suffocate from this and
I feel claustrophobic and
I need that precious hour
to breath, to think, to get back
to that thing that makes
me whole and makes
us all feel human
but if time could be
bought and sold
bottled and stolen
I would still go on
wanting
because that goddamn drive
will never be long
enough
Sometimes I find a drive in the car is the only thing that calms me. I'm not sure what it is. I think it's most helpful when I feel powerless - something about the car and being able to have control in the time we are driving, in ways perhaps we don't have in life? I don't know, but you've captured it here beautifully.
ReplyDeleteI call my 2 hour daily commute free-therapy..
ReplyDeleteGreat write here Maestro!!