Missed My Exit Again

Like an orange in the sky,
listening to my thoughts,
the bright ball of fire,
watched from the clouds
painted pink with the
acrylic paint of my iris.
So, there it was, a
beautiful blur of orange
light hundreds of thousands
of miles away, keeping
me company on the
highway.
All the cars disappeared,
and it was only me and
this fantastic glowing
monster whispering
childhood memories
of grape vines
tanning on the garage
wall. The pedal must
have felt it when my
foot attacked it to
desperately make
the car move faster.
I was almost there...
I could smell the
lavender trees.