Late one summer evening. The road speeds by, the lines a blur in the incandescent glow. Behind the wheel, the sound of music in my head. Justin sits in the seat next to me. The acid just kicked in. 60. 70. 80. We get faster. California landscape flying by. We are only 18. Someday, I think, I will make music like this. Someday, somewhere, someone will drive the road, hearing my song. They will share this moment, transdimensionally, across the years. We will both be the same, at different times. The same atoms swirling towards decay. The same breath. The river flows for you and me. And everything. The future is the past now. The road is the same. The river, still flowing. Are you behind the wheel? Do you hear my song? Has the acid kicked in yet? Fly fly fly away….We never need to get where we are going. Just keep drifting downstream. We all come out in the same place anyway. I’ll catch up with you later on. And I hope somewhere upstream, someone is playing my song. Behind the wheel…..