Hypnosis

Sitting at the wheel,

Movements automated

Gears move from first, 

To second, third,

Hitting higher speeds,

They move to fourth and fifth.

No thought on the road,

A blank mind.

Hand handling the wheel, 

Legs handle the pedals,

The music blaring on

 radio

Music I do not hear,

Just the sound

That drives away the languor

I look on at the traffic ahead.

All in a state of hypnosis,

All moving ahead, 

In the same direction

At the same speed.

One stops and so do the rest,

One moves, 

And rest do likewise.

No individuality,

All just the same

Image of the one ahead.

The roads are long, 

They are straight

Nothing to distinguish

This bend 

From the next,

All driving along

Waiting for their exit

The one that takes them home.

26th October 2008