If I’d kept driving

If I’d kept driving, Where would I be?

Who would have cared, who would’ve seen?

If I’d kept driving--I’d still be me.

I just wouldn’t be Here, and, nor, There would I be.

As I kept driving, the rainbow flashed then faded away.

I looked for it again but could not see.
It had gone, leaving colors and dew dripping on me.

If I’d kept driving, it wouldn’t matter either way.

I just kept driving wishing to find me.

It didn’t work and probably never will,

For I am Here, so There I cannot be.