Point of View- I'm running my finger across the seat in 
places where the driver cannot see. Just changing 
positions with eyes on the road at all times. Whatever 
lies ahead appears on signs somewhere in the distance. I 
think I need another point of view from windows and 
headlights. All that they can say as I turn blue is 
aren't you having a good time?' As silent as the man 
behind the wheel I trace around the cursive lines and 
steer in either direction waiting for a dead end. Check 
my pulse and count to ten. Reach our destination soon or 
bury me alive. I never meant to be this confused, in lack 
of a good time. Hold my breath and count to ten while 
passing in and out and then ignore the drivers' verbal 
blow. Pay the fare and go.