Heavenly

The headlights behind me are glaring
like bug eyes through the darkness.
Following me past locations, familiar
on this long and lonely road towards nowhere.
A beautiful nowhere.

The cigarette in my fingers
emits a feint winding smoke stream
flowing violently in the wind
as it gets pulls outside my window towards
those distant blinding beams.

These steel insects swarming in
from every direction, glowing.
They all know where they are heading.
They all know whom they are following.
It is a beautiful feeling, knowing
that you are providing a purpose.

I apologize, though,
being the terrible leader
that I am.
Little do they know,
little, as they should.
I wish I were fortunate enough.

Follow me in the caravan
towards the end.
Faithful lemmings.

The streetlights sometimes
make me feel like something heavenly,
so radiantly vibrant.
Illuminating the road ahead.
Maybe, for once,
I am headed in the right direction.
Unlikely.

And I will take them all with me.