weavings and ramblings

.i face the lanes
and weave between,
oncoming lights, i freeze,
i'll remember to adjust my mirrors,
disguise the purpose and intent to cause
this brief, minor pause
of self-reflection will i see
as i leave my body,
i'll finally step outside this mind
and hope that i can finally look upon myself
with kind.

[(love*love)to the zero power] = boy with a chance to write his wrongs, traffic