A closed path

I sit in a car I am aimless and Careless with my words But I still say them with some type of Conviction It feels like the stretch of road Ahead of us is too short Because I want you to Understand "I don't think I can stop Yearning" I say I convulse in my mind Images of different takes of life flash But in each one You are in them Like rays of light breaking through clouds You are there To tell me it's okay But our journey has ended And I open the passenger door Feeling dissatisfied In this horror called life I walk to my door Feeling neither free or heavy But confused Because I know that Loneliness is waiting To embrace me And I want it Because I know When I die One of those flashes Where I sit in that car With you Is when I'll truly find Happiness

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