To pad the hoof

I vent my anger on the dashboard
As anguish blur my sight
And road signs lingers our distance
My will triggers a glimpse of light

Immobilized like an angler
When unending staring dizzies my mind
Straight forward to the past
As I redress this nonstopping cloudscape

Weak at the steering-wheel
As the strength has drained dry
And my shriveled eyes repose still
I bluntly shift my course

The carburator chokes this high gear
So I veer off in your direction
Alone and astray on this road
Wondering if you ever wanted to join this ride.