Feels, Looks, Sounds, Good

Like the last one wasn't crazy enough, more for mad hands and two for the bush, birds are for shooting...and we are too. Shooting down. Shooting up. Gutshot with no visible wounds. Heart, the same. I used to think I was the only sad one, then I got a ride and started looking into the other cars windows and saw that I wasn't; is it the traffic or do you always look like you want to go over the guardrail and into the abyss? Just curious, sheesh.