s*omehow
I was a mystery
To you
But I was a broken piece
A tired soul
feeling unease
I closed doors
windows
built fences around my home
all I wanted was control
Of the car
My life was driving
and wasn't it nice
every other sunsets
a shadow beneath the surface
we collided
a disruption
my routine gone
anticipation
and back to drama
It was uncontrollable
the fifth gear
I am scared
The wind flying my hair
car radio, top volume
it was going too fast
It was beyond
me, my white fences disappeared
and my living room couch is occupied
Why cannot I stop this mess
Soon it will be too late
A repeat of fate
Or maybe this is not a mistake*?
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 2:56 PM UTC
s*omehow
I was a mystery
To you
But I was a broken piece
A tired soul
feeling unease
I closed doors
windows
built fences around my home
all I wanted was control
Of the car
My life was driving
and wasn't it nice
every other sunsets
a shadow beneath the surface
we collided
a disruption
my routine gone
anticipation
and back to drama
It was uncontrollable
the fifth gear
I am scared
The wind flying my hair
car radio, top volume
it was going too fast
It was beyond
me, my white fences disappeared
and my living room couch is occupied
Why cannot I stop this mess
Soon it will be too late
A repeat of fate
Or maybe this is not a mistake*?
