We're all children, doesn't he know
Clouds pour his window open, cascading right back into mine
A kind gesture gone terribly wrong
Still I wave it away
Trying not to breath it in
I do
[deep breath]
Inhaling,deep
The orange glow coats his face in the shadows
as this man drives us I become clouded
not with smoke
but,ideas
racing, my mind dashes from left to right
he must have a reason
why he started,
or never stopped