drive slowly,
i know it’s not what you wanted,
the long haul, just stuck and controlling,
can’t always turn where you want to.
it’s been a long ride,
tunnels, and drifting between stops,
i lean on your shoulder and get lost,
don’t know where the line crossed.
are we there yet,
eager and getting our feet wet,
can’t plan a good thing, just wait for it,
maybe another hour or two,
this will pass too, so -
drive slowly.
Feb 27, 2024
Feb 27, 2024 at 4:46 PM UTC
drive slowly,
i know it’s not what you wanted,
the long haul, just stuck and controlling,
can’t always turn where you want to.
it’s been a long ride,
tunnels, and drifting between stops,
i lean on your shoulder and get lost,
don’t know where the line crossed.
are we there yet,
eager and getting our feet wet,
can’t plan a good thing, just wait for it,
maybe another hour or two,
this will pass too, so -
drive slowly.
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