Maybe it's not  knowing what the **** will happen or if you will even make it back to begin with that draws me like a moth to a flame .
Maybe I'm just so far gone and this is one step further from the edge and I know the madness will somehow keep me sane .

Headlights and strangers harsh faces echo my direction  towards nothing and everything in-between.
The road is a lover whom never returns that affection and maybe that's why you only want her more .

Small towns paint my backdrop as I chase sunsets maybe we will share this view without knowing my friends and maybe my story will find its end.
I cant pretend to know the outcome I just embrace the tornado and laugh at the destruction nothing sometimes means more than any
trinket clenched like a anchor it only binds us to one spot.

I embrace the winds and challenge the storms .
I am the ghost whom chose to be a whisper.
A shared bottle now empty memories will paint my epitaph.

Tomorrow is a  mystery and I only care to be part of this madness
Some questions are best left unanswered .

I will see you again my friends .