The Speculated Ride

I knew it in my core that this is it, I guess this is really is it.


I was enjoying the road trip,
Complacent of everything,
I got used to the divergent views


The city was almost filled to its capacity,
The mankind and their stories, The traffic lights and the massive buildings
and the other ones who're riding their vehicle as I do


The rural was my favorite jaunt,
It was rich in trees, a picturesque landscape
full of tranquility - there was nothing to be perplexed about
nevertheless I found a sweet sorcery in the emptiness of it


then I thought "how do the others revel in their ride?"


Inhaling the wind across my face I pause and told myself "know your stance"
we took a stop over at a gasoline station,
I suddenly found myself laying my finger at the gearshift
I do not know why but it give me chills
I Went out of the door to shrug the feeling of as I stand by the parking space

The chills did not went away, I closed my eyes
I whispered to myself , No this isn't a signal!
But my subconscious answered,
Yes, it is not a signal because it is about to betide in a minute now

My anticipated fright is finally happening
I do not know if this came to existence
because of the power of luring the pessimist thoughts
or simply because the world made it this way

I did not heard the vehicle door shut,
I did not saw how was the key placed into the ignition
but I am sure that my subconscious felt how the engine inchoate,
The way the latter touched the steering wheel, inflicted my interior in each turn
til I finally discerned everything in an exiguous manner
that the conveyance is factually shifting away from this parking space.

Deep down internally, I felt completely renounced but nevertheless I know that I was proud of that maneuver
because I found the latter's courage to ultimately shift away from this grotesque area to opt the right boulevard

And there I have it, I have reached my own cul de sac
standing by the parking space of the gasoline station waiting to be fetched again.

Wait, I just construed, How silly of me to puzzle out such thoughts! 
The position that I am dwelling in, is nothing but a mere shard of my own world.