Caged

Behind a fence, behind locked doors, everyone left, they left Peter to dwell in the warehouse. He stands at a blind spot so the cameras can't see him. Looking out the massive garage door, watching the sun set. What's stopping him? A 5 foot gate, flimsy, weak, making diamond shapes. It makes him feel like a prisoner, a prison of his own device, his own creation. The trees outside are still, he watches all the people going to their cars, leaving work. "What can I make of all this" "where will all of this lead me?" He dreams of an open road, riding a steady pace, the terrain blurs at his sides, just him, his truck, and the road. The destination is temporary, he never wants to arrive anywhere. Time to think, time to wonder, to figure it all out.