It has been crossing my mind recently
How little I can control
Not the wind, or the sea
Or the thoughts running within me
Long drives with no real destination
Always get me thinking
Raindrops trickle down the window
As the world flashes in a blur
Nameless faces of people
Never to be seen again
No time for first impressions
As the seconds dart past
Headlights beam brighter than all the stars
Till they are blinding through the silence
I long to be home
Yet where do you go when even home feels foreign
So this is why I am driving through the night
With no real destination
Only longing to be ‘home’.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 7:10 AM UTC
It has been crossing my mind recently
How little I can control
Not the wind, or the sea
Or the thoughts running within me
Long drives with no real destination
Always get me thinking
Raindrops trickle down the window
As the world flashes in a blur
Nameless faces of people
Never to be seen again
No time for first impressions
As the seconds dart past
Headlights beam brighter than all the stars
Till they are blinding through the silence
I long to be home
Yet where do you go when even home feels foreign
So this is why I am driving through the night
With no real destination
Only longing to be ‘home’.
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