Starry roof skies

Starry roof skies from the hood of a Chevy
All I can do is look up
Greasy face and chapped lips
An owl hoots the soundtrack of night
Something calls from afar, maybe the sky itself
How I’ll get up there I do not know
Yawning and yearning at the same time
A cocktail of apathy
Tired of yearning, tired of yawning
Nowhere to go but everywhere
Wondering what the purpose of this existence is
Always concluding the same