We're on a drive going nowhere,
Trees are passing by—we
See small waterfalls pouring
From the mountains,
Filling the cracks in jagged rocks
And glistening like diamonds.
The wind cackles and shakes
Our car—we feel the jitters.
Although that may have been
Our iced coffees.
The music blasts and we talk
About everything, anything—
It's what we do,
Until we decide to go home
When we've had enough of the
Aimless drive on ample roads.