In the Shrouds of Mourning

In the shrouds of morning, when sleep still clings to you
Do you dream in your waking hours?
Do you see the visions swept across highways?
The steering wheel like a scythe
Music playing, flashing illustrations on the windshield
Driving through the muddy grooves of battlefields
A nickelodeon in your head
Seeing time as something more dimensional
Stretching across years, tears and rain filling up highways
Drowning in rain and memories
Bleared lenses, eyelids wet
Blink one minute longer
Drift off into the oncoming lane
See the headlights on an S10 Pickup
Leave this world on a slanted plane.