Ten Minutes

In ten minute's time my outer life ends.
My body will turn to repetitive, meaningless tasks while my mind roams abroad in search of a star.
Perhaps I will go back to Scotland, Ireland, or Japan - visit Paris or London...
When midnight strikes my voyage will not end with a pumpkin.
I will ride upon magical wheels to live in victorious abandon and blind hope.
The world is so beautiful in pieces.
It breaks apart into shards of images - the stars shining outside the sweep of my windshield until the garbaged-bagged window obscures them - the smile of a man with a dimple in his cheek - a girl with Audrey Hepburn's eyes - The rainbow glow of factory lights against the clouds...