Philosophical

Relatively yesterday these thoughts flew into my awareness back from before: 
Now we lack some colour and some garbage here, 
It was dark as night that night on the road, 
Orange highway-light shining in on from above, 
Rhythmically pulsing the interior of thought in from the auto mobile. 
Hmm upholstery, I do not travel often at night: 
All of this space like trash, I can exist independently on the back seat. 
Where am I? Points of relativity fading away it seems like into nowhere. 
Stuck with nothing but the thought leaves me with little to think about 
As the hush of wheels singingly lulls away this place into cream.

Grandpa's Car