muse: lights.

muse:

i speed off the empty highway, my car slowing to a stop as i approach the stop bar. the engine purrs contentedly, and i drum the steering wheel in time to the music i have coming out of the speakers. right as i'm about to fully stop, the traffic light winks its red eye closed and opens a vivid green one. i hit the gas and zip through the turn, flying down the road.

every traffic light i hit flashes from red to green, and suddenly, i feel powerful. like some sort of strange, wandering wizard that has the capability to make things stop and go, to control time. the lights on the other sides of the intersection blush a soft amber as i pass. the night is still quiet, save for the little car that zooms down the empty road.