Waiting.

Where is the end of the road?
Where is the cliff in which I am waiting to drive off?

I wander the strange winding road,
only to be hit,
a deer in the head lights.

Is there a noise to animate the sound around me?
Is there a silver lining in this sweet surrender?

The air is so cold up here,
my heart is unfolding up here,
steer my mind straight.

When did we paint the house black?
When did we decide there was no turning back?

My heart is sold,
you are late.
Do not wait,
I am gone.