Passenger

i love sitting in the backseat of the car

especially at night

i could stare out into the dark forever

even if the lights of the city burn out

and all there is to see is a dimly lit tunnel

but i wonder

how long can i continue to spectate?

who will allow me to be a passenger

when this chapter of my life ends?

when sitting in the drivers seat

becomes a terrible burden

an unforgiving tunnel with no end in sight

void of murmurs of conversation from family or from friends

nothing playing on the radio

static

eyes trained stiffly on the road ahead

i don't want to forget this feeling

of being a passenger

i don't know if i have a choice