Looking at its exhaust,
Smoke billowing out, rising to the right,
Lonely, lazy and lost,
As it waited for the forward movement,
That would pull it 'long,
Give it chase instead of lack of purpose,
Make it invisible to the road's throng,
Other cars drove by from the opp'site lane,
And for a second, split,
That smoke jumped to it and then back again,
A hula dancer's hip.
Physics at play!*morrissey
Forces working unseen,
With loves and hates and passions just like mine,*
Makes you wonder how you got where you've been.