The night was a shadow
Dark
Whose\' shadow?
The moons of course
Gallivanting down this snake of a road
Hypnotized entirely
Veering left
Veering right
But what\'s our destination?
The Moon!
Eyes locked like a feline to a lazer
No care in the world for what may lay ahead
We have one mission and one mission only
Mission to the moon
Yet it taunts us
The closer we get the farther it seems
As if it has us both at the end of a rope and it\'s simply gliding us through the air
It faces us because what could the moon possibly have to be cautious of?
There\'s a permanent distance between us
We are well aware
However the cravings are still very much aparent
For a fifth of a second I turn to my left fearing I am the only one experiencing this madness
Am I dramaticizing all of it?
Do I belong in a mental ward?
I must know
Time becomes stil and that fifth of a second stretches into microscopical fragments of time
I\'m undoubtedly not the only one
Not only are his eyes locked
But they are locked on the moon not the road
His hands firm
Yet limp
A mustard almost gold like halo behind him showcases his imperfection lacking profile
The most beautiful man i\'ve ever seen
I inhale in awe
And exhale a smile
The fields behind him are nothing but a blur as we pass them by
Random lights from cones, work trucks
Flicker
We drive the curves of mother nature for what seems like hours and seconds at the exact same time
Our bodies sway
I glimpse back at the moon
As it emerges from it\'s favorite hiding spot
We are hypnotized yet again
We continue on this mission of ours as we always will
Our minds drift
Lost in the song they call \'yellow\'
Fitting.