Freeway
The blackness before me reminding me of the swim of stars in the big emptiness of the universe. And how like that I am. Drive in the dark to lift the thoughts and make them fly like birds in a hurricane..Scattered and pushed about. Pummeled.
I drive to drive it out.
I drive to drive it in.
And still.. the road lets me lose myself to the speed of the vehicle as I try to outrun my life, at least for 4 hours on the journey. Till I arrive. And reality shoves up the truth with no escape.
When I arrive it's will be hello's and How are you's and I'll have no replies. The truth to horrible to put up like a painting in a gallery for everyone to witness and critique on. I'll smile and look away instead.. Aching to run to the car and resume my fantasy in the hidden quality of the night and a long empty road reaching before me. But then the fantasy is as bad as the reality.
I drive to drive it out.
I drive to drive it in.
And still.. the road lets me lose myself to the speed of the vehicle as I try to outrun my life, at least for 4 hours on the journey. Till I arrive. And reality shoves up the truth with no escape.
When I arrive it's will be hello's and How are you's and I'll have no replies. The truth to horrible to put up like a painting in a gallery for everyone to witness and critique on. I'll smile and look away instead.. Aching to run to the car and resume my fantasy in the hidden quality of the night and a long empty road reaching before me. But then the fantasy is as bad as the reality.