Analysis of KINDRED

Just an old bloke behind the steering wheel, alone in a lavish  G wagon, boy's finally living his dream. Three times thirteen route takes him home, cruising in frequencies served hot from his childhood  dreams. The road to heaven is narrow, the road to home shines some light to his shadows. The shadows that haunt him, that taunt him, ever since the days of  tall grass and peculiar thicket.He goes deep into his thoughts, he flinches his eyes, his palm rests on his  merely silver goaty. Times have passed indeed, it hits him. Slowing down to let his so thought 'kindred soul' cross his path with her kindred souls , was like seeing part of his youth flashing before his eyes. What if he took that blue pill of reality?, what if?, Just what if?. He accelerates in despair, he regrets his youth, the time, the resources, the energy he wasted. He once had a heart, he was once happy, happy indeed. Those days are long gone, away with that hapiness. So he turns up the volume, puts back his palms onto the steering wheel and allows his rubber meet the road that takes him Home.
***Wanjau(Shao)***