The San Francisco Highway

We aren’t coming of age.
No, we’re not there yet.
As I come up to the light I turn left to keep right.
I feel as if the lights throughout the airport span for miles.
And that they were put in by the architect artist.
Beautifully positioned like pieces on a chessboard.
The electricity supplies my mind and runs fluidly throughout.
I feel bigger than you but smaller than them.
I will own this once again.
Look. It’s shines with such beauty.
Breathe patience.
Don’t follow paths and you’ll acquire all that you lust
faster than you’ve ever dreamt of.