Drive

It's far too late to be driving about
and the lights stay green for unusual amounts
of time
see the lighted signs:
remind you of the secrets this winding road hides.
All buried memories, asphalt outside.

the road you have traveled on many occasions
seems somehow new, as though fresh in creation.
But you can't shake the memories of this haunting road,
so you flee from it; faster; escaping this zone
of fear
that possesses you here
you speed past the site, not time for distractions
but that spot in your mind: consequences for your actions.

But now it's apparent, things never will be
the same
they know you're to blame
and the horrible fate that they wish you to fall to
you go forth to with Godspeed, no courts will involve you.