Adventures of a Wandering 3rd Eye pt.2

Finger tips
Loosely wrapped around
The driving wheel
Thick fog erases
The surroundings

Straight edges align 
The beams projected
From the headlights

A cold breeze
Feeds the flare
Of the tip
Of a half smoked cigarette

Tonight 
The road reveals
The soul,
Under the protection
Of a low floating cloud

In the thick fog
That clouded
The Vancouver streets
On New Year's Eve

Alone 
Wandering 
The foreign streets
Without the trace
Of a familiar face
Voices and noises
Violently battering 
This peaceful escape

Another beer
While burning leaves
On the side streets

I catch myself 
Stumbling 
And pick up
A sense of direction

Its time to begin
A rabid goose chase
Without a taxi 
Or map

I found my way into
Another bar
To inhale the vapors
That attacked my chest
So violently

I take a brake,
To escape my fate
Wandering into 
The thickness of the fog
Without explanation
Or destination
Unreliably

I took another glance
Asked for a chance,
Received a dance 
From the girl in my mind
Undeniably