sometimes i wonder,
whats happening ahead
is it just a little traffic
or a record stuck in my head.

where am i headed?
words can never tell
whats holding up the traffic
so deep inside my head?

little whifs of breeze
charm me out of the car
a promising lilting lightness
fils the air around..

I'm off on my ownsome
a trip to the faraway
traffic happens on the road
but the destination doesn't change