The wheels were turning. I sat in the backseat and closed the windows. I sat separated from the driver. I stopped asking about our direction and how we are getting there, a long time ago. All roads lead to the same destination anyway. I found comfort in the solitude, the thick glass kept the noise out. I look out of the window, I see movement that is frozen, and I see change that is negated.
Sitting in the back seat, a literal secondary space as the vehicle moves forward. My sight obstructed, my view is different than those in the front. The sounds are muted and the thumps and ticks help numb me.
My breaths were quick and short as I sat in the back seat. Eventually I calmed down and caught my breath, I looked back at my life and found that over the years I had lost my feet and I had no wings. I realized I had become weak and crippled. I am approaching the end of the road, but the wheels will continue to turn.