The turn to my house was three miles back.
it doesn’t matter, my minds gone black.
I keep driving
A dark sadness overwhelms me
as tears fly off my window.
four miles away,
I’m far from my pillow.
I keep driving
A park I just passed
has kids playing in the rain
Who’s going to tell them their happiness
won’t last?
I keep driving
Five miles now, but I’m in the same place,
same problems,
same people,
same demons to face.
I keep driving
Maybe I’m meant be alone in my thoughts.
I don’t know where I am,
in every sense I’m lost .
Six miles from where I should be
even when I’m home,
my house stands empty
I keep driving,
and driving,
and driving
Until I open my eyes to find my turn single blinking.
With a sigh of defeat,
I turn onto my street,
there’s no point in running anyway
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 9:05 PM UTC
The turn to my house was three miles back.
it doesn’t matter, my minds gone black.
I keep driving
A dark sadness overwhelms me
as tears fly off my window.
four miles away,
I’m far from my pillow.
I keep driving
A park I just passed
has kids playing in the rain
Who’s going to tell them their happiness
won’t last?
I keep driving
Five miles now, but I’m in the same place,
same problems,
same people,
same demons to face.
I keep driving
Maybe I’m meant be alone in my thoughts.
I don’t know where I am,
in every sense I’m lost .
Six miles from where I should be
even when I’m home,
my house stands empty
I keep driving,
and driving,
and driving
Until I open my eyes to find my turn single blinking.
With a sigh of defeat,
I turn onto my street,
there’s no point in running anyway
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