Who's Driving My Thoughts?

Driving back to college
Listening to your message over and over
Barely audible over the roar of the engine
Audio clipping and tinny
Voice beautiful, regardless
You cheerfully race through the words
But with an infinitesimal hesitance
What else is on your mind?

Now drowning in music
The wheel slightly off-center
Forcing my hands to awkward positions
My knee locks up
Three hours of painted lines
I can't stand driving
Too slow
My mind races

Walking back from elementary
I focus on the metal gate at the end of the street
A short journey for the trucks
But so much longer on my small feet
I learned how to draw perspective in art
All the lines meet at one point
This road's not perfectly straight
I can't stand walking
Too slow
I run home

Pants-less and ironing
Need to do my shirt, too
I failed to realize I don't have nice shoes
I'll wear my dad's
They mostly fit
My heart's racing
I can't stand ironing
Too slow
I throw it all on and jump in my car

In a dark room filled with people
I'm whispering in your ear
Holding you as closely as possible
The song's over, but I won't let you go