Destination Poem by Estefano Molina

Driving around after midnight
streets are quiet and empty
not a soul in sight
windows down
cool breeze
smooth touch to the skin
more than a million people in this city
yet not a sign of life
I can't find one
their is no destination
but somehow I end up outside
I observe carefully
its dark inside
I know you're in there
but I'd rather keep wondering what goes on inside
and it must be nice being kept warm
I'll stick with the cool breeze
it's safer
I drive off slowly
as if not wanting to leave
but I have too
theirs nothing here
where to go next?