Long Distance Poem by Romesh De Silva

I'm doing 97 on the freeway
Top down, hair dancing
Radio picking up signals, sounds from the airway
The asphalt and my 59 romancing
White lines as one, gaps now none
My eyes wide open, mouth shut
Beginning to drift
An illusionary world
My mind in two, cut, a hazy mist
Distorted, my view colourless, rainbow swirled
I've been driving too long
The radio seems to play the same song
Momentary sadness
My reflection in the rear-view screaming 'pull over this is madness! '
Road ahead has no end
Tunnel vision bends, twists, and turns, mixed messages it sends
I'm going the distance, no matter how long it takes
Sunset now black, horizon winking back
‘Sweet Home Alabama’ blaring
Arms outstretched, foot to the floor
Eyes closed, I've stopped caring
Music now muffled by sirens, by law
I'm in a club, red, blue, white lights blending but clashing
“Look, no hands”, I'm singing with arms lashing
'You have the right to remain silent'
I say nothing, thoughts in my head, colour? pale violet
'I drove such a long distance officer'
'Look, it’s okay, my car has auto-pilot'
'It’s the driver’s fault, look, he’s laughing, he is evil, can't you see? '
WAIT! It’s me, I’m laughing, it’s me I’m facing
Insanity is me in the making.