suburban hills

when the state gave me license
to move on four wheels
i'd find unknown neighborhoods
and wind myself astray
deeper and further into
infamiliarity
lost between the geminis and virgos
courses, avenues,
streets roads & lanes
until i'd find my way back
in disappointment
i'd search to get lost again
you see,
the signs try to tell you,
direct you,
where to go
but i know
it's those invisible signs
where time and destination
matter least
and the hand on your knee
is the sign that
we're free