The essence of the moment when you totally lose yourself,
maybe in the front passenger seat,
maybe smoke billows from the cracked window with the chipped tint and your dirty Converse rest comfortably on an even dirtier dashboard,
maybe that song that’s playing isn’t loud enough so you ash your cigarette or pass the joint along to someone else so you can turn it up,
maybe the desperately serpentine roads actually fuel your fire,
and maybe you didn’t actually lose yourself.
Maybe you found yourself.