Water lines

I watch the lines of water droplets race down the car window. 
We are speeding down the interstate and I contemplate how hollow life is.

One day my shell will be buried under a burrow and I will no longer wallow in the sweet soothing breath of life.

My soul will be below soil or above rainbows or somewhere undiscovered by humanity.

That thought cripples me.
That thought is in constant battle with my mortality.

I build up castles of hopes and dreams to lock thoughts away in towers. They are forceful. They break out and disrupt my life. 

Every regularity in life fuels these insidious thoughts. Even the lines of water droplets racing down the car windows.