i seem to always be fighting,
rushing,
tweaking,
worrying about it all,
blaring deafening music,
weeping tears of joy,
hollow sorrows,
grief most of all,
moments lost,
and destinations found.

long and short stories untold,
the wind in my hair,
the rumble of the thunder,
journeys that never reached an end,
rivers,
the ocean,
and beautifully scattered out trees.

my first real kiss,
hot,
sticky,
restless moments of love,
and of silence,
lonesome and tireless,
alone.

oncoming head lights,
troublesome sirens,
and my head is a mess,
angst,
anxiety,
and dreaming bigger dreams,
whispers of the future,
and memories of the past.

oh i've felt the cold sting of winter,
the withering heat of summer,
watched all my dreams come true,
and crumble,
just from my life inside my car.