All four windows,
Sunroof,
Hatchback.
Music too loud.
Hair in my eyes,
My nose,
My mouth.
Soon it’s in knots.
I don’t care.
This feeling,
This moment,
This truth –
So perfect.
So ephemeral –
It will never be here again.
But sempiternal –
It never ends.
A cosmic feeling,
Worthy of the gods;
Ethereal and dreamlike.
I feel competent,
Cool.
And that’s something
I’m rarely made
To feel.
It’s fitting.
No audience.
It’s all I need.
I sing my heart out
To a band
You’ve probably never heard of.
Ironic, right?
I don’t notice the passerby.
This is my moment,
My serenity.
Leave me be.
Leave me to
The bass,
The drums,
The rough vocals.
This is my song,
My medium.
I’m here
To enjoy it.
So forget about
Being articulate.
I’ll let out my feelings
As raw
As they come.
An unconventional feeling.
I’ve got to say,
I really like
Being the black sheep
In a herd of
Snowy white ewes.
Dark as the night,
And passionate
As the bright stars
Make me feel.
This is the only time of the day
Where I feel
As wonderful
As I do at night.
Because the air
Rushing through
My wild hair
Reminds me of
My domain;
My territory –
The Night.
To be free,
Wild,
And infinite.