you’ve been driving on this course on and on now you start to notice all the unprogrammed features - a shaman on the road hitchhikers in trees, long forgotten wallpapers of past rooms you’ve been dwelling in this is what you see in rock textures suddenly your engine doesn’t sound like an old diesel anymore it became a jet engine white noise covers your senses and you walk through an wide open door without noticing it dreamland comes so close to this virtual reality you get lost in dream that used to be a simple thought a second ago and crash the longer you ride on this track your will to master that stupid game fades

Indian spirits and hitchhikers in trees, long forgotten wallpapers of past times show up in the textures of this rock you’ve passed so often and once again you’ll hear this girl singing gently and you starve for her warm soft lips for her bright smile but…

her plane takes off once again and you’re suddenly back in that vehicle and you’re off the track you’re supposed to keep the windmills of your mind turn fast until sunrise and you realize this was only a rehearsal just a piece of you that’d be hidden well in your subconsciousness normally