In the dark morning air, we’d fly down the street with the top down and the wind in our hair. As we passed the woods, the trees would shake, and their leaves would scream and turn white with fear in the pale glow of our headlights. We were the all knowing beast, eating away at nature with our choking exhaust pipe. It was cancer for the lungs and death for the vegetation hanging down over our heads like loose Christmas lights blown off by a strong breeze. We were going no where with the strong intention of going somewhere. But the question is, where would this take us? In this big world of terrified trees, and close minded people, what road are we driving down, and where are we going?
