text: Your friend drives away without seeing your smile or wave. They see the squirrels playing together and the birds flying freely. How your friend wishes to be playing with you like when you two were eight years old, and just thought trucks were 'oh so cool'. To be free lke those birds your friend saw, he has that freedom. The freedom to make his own decisions. He's flying away to greater heights while you're stuck on the ground in your self driving metal box.