Past tree lined streets and moonlight ways I drive, still as the night while all the world scrolls past in a dream, like a film, with me in the centreI do not want to arrive, for then I have to talk, to explain, and then will come the tears, the fears and all that follows. I want to stay in the car for ever, just driving from the doctors to my home and back again, never arriving
I pass the familiar streets, turn familiar corners and hurry home as I’ve done a thousand times before, I don’t want to arrive, to shut the engine down and sit in silenceThis time I wish I could drive for ever more, from the doctors to my home, this time I do not want to arrive. To see the lighted windows, feel the warm wind as I walk up the path; hear the chattering of my children, the sudden laughter, and the dog barking as she knows I am home. The cat will rub against my leg; my wife will hug me with a smile, and look deep into my eyes to search for truth which I do not want to give her.