the road

These streets are familiar to me, I've passed by them over and over and now they recognize me, they are even cordial enough to salute me and encourage me on my bad mornings. They're the footprints to monotonous days and pathways to infrastructures which I enter and exit, they're also my allies when I escape, they can keep to themselves where I am and where I'm going.
As I listen to music and look outside the window, I wonder what was there before and I observe what lies in its place instead. I observe the anomalies of the road, the bumps, the planes, the holes. I look at the sky and desire for the fuel to be infinite, to travel around coasts, and valleys and forests and just let it sink in me.
I count and count plants, animals, things, how many of each kind as I pass by but my calculations are far from accurate but I don't care, it makes time pass by pleasantly.
I like being oblivious of all the signs, turn right or left, stop, no more than x velocity, it means nothing to me. It is the labyrinth of my life and I'll see where it takes me, and if it's not the finish line, well then so be it.