Simple,
Blind to the road,
Oblivious to each turn.
Hope and pray—
Left or right?

Happiness to the left.
Doom,
Destruction,
Despair—
Waiting on the right.

An abandoned shopping mall,
A thousand lottery tickets—
Pick your winner.

Walking through darkness,
To be or not to be.
Sickening sensations,
Terrifying vibrations.

Still on track,
Driving full speed,
Destined to crash—
But when?

Just keep driving.
You.
Your thoughts.
Alone.

It’s not so simple.
No one said it was.
Oblivious to each turn,
This **** was made for me.