Windshield crying, tears wept away.
Speedometer howling – trees beginning to sway.
World on canvas, protuberant in the middle.
Strokes of paint seen through the neck of an empty bottle.

Wind wearing out on the car.
Throttle spent on the wind.
Rain seems so far away.
It nearly fades.

Art on display every day.
Indifferently different.
Apathetically empathic.
Knowingly unknowing.

Snapshot of a former self
just not existing on itself.
You should permit yourself
to admit and commit;
don't allow your wit to quit.

Even if you accelerate to the edge of possibilities
it remains as timeless as full of it. Your wearying companion
has only one path to travel in this canyon.
Speed through it and the end will only arrive sooner.