Backseat driving
To the end of the road
No clue where you’re going
Just go where you’re told
Past the cities and lights
And the forests and sights
Now go straight ahead
It’s the third on the right
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Backseat driving
To the end of the road
No clue where you’re going
Just go where you’re told
Past the cities and lights
And the forests and sights
Now go straight ahead
It’s the third on the right