The black asphalt slices through the ice hills
and barren frozen fields while the wind spills
diamonds, the temporary kind, the kind that
shine only during their journey from billowed skies to the flat
lands, I drive, alone, grateful for this time in my own space.

My car engine growling in a deep bass.
I press the gas pedal and ride the rpms.
Speeding on where society isn't looking
and for five whole minutes I'm free.

I think the sad cow in the dead field smiled at me.