Weird dreams fantastic machines and letting go

In her eyes
streaked with sunshine, flecked in a brown base, swirled with coffee and cream
I get lost in them
I am
In a fighter jet screaming along the desert floor.
Contol – no control it’s all the same
speed and velocity are constant pressure on my vision.
Falling parachute floating for what seems like
seconds
Fast car with smooth lines
primed with gasoline, vaseline, and fire
Consumes my blurry vision
the car drives itself
even though my hands grip tightly the wheel.
Steering, turning against the gravity of speed
I continue in a straight line
straight with speed
the kind that takes your breathe away
into
Motorcycle strapped to my legs.
Fused with the engine.
Road traversing up my spine
I feel every bump in the road I am at one with
the engine hum in my bones.
A question
what do I want?
Jeep top down, driving slow, steady, focused
and sure.
My eyes focused now I know at this part of the dream no matter what terrain, obstacle or situation I encounter I can
navigate
as long as I do not jerk the wheel.
So I let it go

I let go of the wheel with trust
confidence that everything will happen as it’s supposed to
relaxed
I will enjoy this ride I will embrace this life.
Everyday is worth my energy.
Everyday will be lived as the last
smell, taste, breath.
Breathe it in and breathe it out with everything I have.
I know how this story goes
it’s my dream and I have had it before, but this time
This time I am at the wheel.