Destinations.
empty roads filled with
the empty gazes of
hollowed out eyes,
framed by the bags and
the black circles
burrowed deep into their skins.
"Where
are we
going?"
you ask the chillness of the night,
the stillness of the bright,
blue cars rushing past--
dazed,
you swim in this world as
a goldfish with no memory and
no vision
of what's to come.
"Where,
oh,
where
are we going?"
you ask,
feet out the window as
the lustful wind runs its chilly fingers
through your hair.
"Nowhere."
he answers,
hands gripping the steering wheel,
knowing someday you shall float off,
up,
up,
and away
to a distant land
and a distant time--
we're on a road to
nowhere.
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 5:05 AM UTC
Destinations.
empty roads filled with
the empty gazes of
hollowed out eyes,
framed by the bags and
the black circles
burrowed deep into their skins.
"Where
are we
going?"
you ask the chillness of the night,
the stillness of the bright,
blue cars rushing past--
dazed,
you swim in this world as
a goldfish with no memory and
no vision
of what's to come.
"Where,
oh,
where
are we going?"
you ask,
feet out the window as
the lustful wind runs its chilly fingers
through your hair.
"Nowhere."
he answers,
hands gripping the steering wheel,
knowing someday you shall float off,
up,
up,
and away
to a distant land
and a distant time--
we're on a road to
nowhere.
written from a prompt given by a stranger on Omegle.
as per my last few poems, he has me unravelled.
