she was the world

the world was feeling tired that day.
so she got into a car.
and starting riding. to just try and move forward.
wherever that might be.
along with everyone else.
without talking to anyone.
she imagined it to be a fancy mountain.
beautiful and serene.
that would bring her fresh air and warm thoughts.
some friends perhaps. permanent enough.
other than those riding the traffic with her.
in cars close by. just a couple of yards away.
riding to a similar place.
she kept nudging. end of story.