There was hours upon hours of desert we were driveing through.
I never liked the desert so it made me a bit depressed.
Also some of the phrases I used were phrases my Father used in conversations
we had during the drive (though he didn't mean them in the same way I do).
You see the shadows of the dead in a rear-veiw mirror
Ahead is the after-math of a desission made in all to great a haste
In the mean time the car radio is your only friend
Sitting there by your side is an empty box of fries with a side tray of guilt
Untill you get there the flies on your windsheild have desilation written on their heads.