It’s a day
And a half drive
From Highland
To here
I know this
Because my
Parents
Drove it
Many times I was
In the backseat
And taken here
On summer trips
Then one winter
We went
And didn’t
Look back
Just my mother
Father
And me
In the backseat
From the high desert
To south hill
Headphones in
The whole way
Movies and gifts
That my friends
Gave for
When I left
Just a week after
Our ‘Doomsday Party’
I was on the road
Being driven again
1,200 miles isn’t much
But still far enough
For the world to be
Nigh impassable
From my view
Out the window
Through the Siskiyous
And into Oregon
It never set in
That Shasta
Was the last of
“Home” we passed
Now I’ve had many
Homes
Evolved every minute
And return to the origin
Soon I will see
The deserts
I abandoned
Which incubated me
A 3 hour flight
From
King County
To San Bernardino
5 years of
Scar tissue build up
And so many
Miles driven
I never drove on
Those roads but
I’ve gotten my
License here
Will it still
Seem so
Impassable
Then?
Consume Reality! 