Daydreamer

Moving 65 as eyes scan from side to side, soaking up the vibe of the uninhabited countryside. A deep breath in then exhale and sigh... my mind wanders as do I, a nomad with a ride. Then I heard the voice of a man I passed sum where along the way, back then I payed no mind but sum how understood today. I was walking down a broken street as he shuffled etched in grey, he had a bottle in a paper bag... could barely stand to face the day. He said, "Be careful where your going son and choose what games you play. I made that turn at your age and returned like I am today." As I continued to stroll I joked, "You must have gotten lost"....had I known that's what he meant I may have minimized my loss. Reality instantly snaps back as I proceed to yank the wheel, 75 sideways in a Cadillac amongst the smoke the tires squeal. I brace for sudden impact leaning back here comes the airbag, I should have never swerved just to avoid a bottle in a paper bag.......damn. In the blink of an eye I'm back to normal as I pull slowly into the drive, without any hesitation I shut the door and head inside. -LIV