I,
Am scared,
Of the car in my own lane.
I am scared,
that the driver is not sain.
I feel weak,that I use the car,
Not my feet.
I feel weak,because I keep crashing in my sleep.
I,
Am worried
About the driver in the other seat.
The driver,
Is drunk on his goals and let down dreams.
I,
am worried,
About the car in my lane.
It's wheels are moving backwards,
Left,right,and all different kinds of sideways.
I,
Am hoping,
I can get out and run away.
I don't need to crash into a driver,
With drunk dreams,
Sliding on my lane.
I,
Am hoping,
That fear won't leave me frozen.
That I can bang on the doors of this hell on wheels,
And still remain standing.
I,
Am staring,
As the car crashes through,
Breaking my windows,
And my face too.
I,
am staring,
As the driver walks away.
Stumbling on drunk dreams,
Has nothing to really say.
I,
Am confused,
Who is this driver?
I,
Am confused,
The driver is basically me,
Floating on drunk dreams.