Westward

the exit ramp was ahead
(vegas, next right)
neon lights illuminating the path
(or were they flourescent)
the cold concrete calling my name
(the pungent smell of disaster)
but isn't it just flash photography
(without the photography)
on a larger scale?
(i'm really lost ya know)
so i pressed on
(traveling for travel's sake)
amid the glittering signs, radient lights
(that lost all meaning)
continuously aching to be touched
(and i lost interest)
at the end of every new bend
(the ups and downs)
but with every heart beat
(i still feel mine)
with every second that passed
(an eternity)
my nerves began to cool
(i'm just tired)
and relax
(a small nap)
and dissolve into the fabric
(that i overslept)
i am one with the vehicle
(its hard to imagine)
and none with a heart
(but i still love you)