Bass thundering,
Car shaking.
No wordless speech droning on,
Only the lyrics of a song,
Over powered by its music,
A head unable to think over such loud booming.

Time alone, road unending,
Such peace there is to spending;
All of the time on the road,
Left only to your own beginnings,
Errands to run, useless and unneeded,
Only purpose is to waste the time that seemed,
endless.