The World Outside Of The Car Window

I stare out of the car window, 

with my life anthem 

blasting in my ears, 

but not quite loud enough 

to drown out the sound 

of my dad talking to my cousin. 

And I stare out 

at the clouds, their shapes. 

The sky, its beautiful bright blue shade. 

The trees, their asymmetrical designs 

leaving us behind 

as we pass them by. 

But I like looking at the sky 

and the clouds. 

They remind me that 

I have my whole life 

ahead of me, 

but I’m not quite sure why. 

I love the movement of the clouds, 

the way they span for miles 

and miles. 

I love wondering

what else is up there,

how far it is,

until the atmosphere is gone,

and if the clouds can see the stars.

If they could, I think

they’d be best friends. 

And can the sky see outer space?

Maybe they’d be best friends too. 

But maybe the stars stare down

at the clouds, and the clouds stare at

the beauty of the bright blue sky,

and maybe the sky stares down

at the trees, 

and maybe the trees stare at me,

staring out of the window of the car,

just trying to drown out 

the sound of my dad talking to my cousin

with my life anthem blasting in my ears.