Direction

I headed west on the 210 this evening and watched the sun
just before it went to bed over the mountains.
It was blazing orange and whipped clouds of gold surrounded its sphere.
I felt like I was driving closer to it and soon I would arrive.
But there was no fear of my face melting away,
or of my eyebrows falling off...
I felt like I had a destination.
A swarm of black birds appeared in the corner of my eye...
They dove and whipped around in one motion,
completely in sync with each other.
I envied the roles that they played.
I asked to join them,
but I guess they didn't hear me.
So I kept on driving.
Pretending I had a destination,
Pretending I had somewhere to go...
Pretending I knew how to get there.