Windy roads

Driving up the windy roads, all I see is blacktop and yellow dividing lines The air is so crisp, so real, so cold It wraps around my body as the brown leaves fall on my windshield there's nothing more important than this moment Windy roads, blacktop, just the breeze, the falling leaves This is October, this is my moment Flailing frantic butterflies break free from my chest They surround my heart and mind I'm standing still in the flashing lights of my car In the middle of the road, I stand and I wait The air is so crisp, so real so cold It wraps around my body as the leaves fall and collect I fall and collect