Making The Miles
anxietyplease
Posts: 48
Miles and miles of pavement,
Every road sign a hope, every land mark an idea.
I drive through mountains, over bridges.
The wheels beneath me keep spinning,
Burning and burning gallons of gasoline.
Driving over road kills, dead bugs all over the front.
I watch the yellow lines,watch the white ones.
Prepare myself for slow cars and race the fast.
Yielding to the kind, flipping off the fucks.
This car, it brings me places,
All over this continent I go.
I see sunsets, I see rain falls.
I see storms way over the plains.
Ones that I will beat, I will drive from.
Around mountain sides, taking corners in fear.
The fear of losing control and crashing however many miles down.
Those cliffs are deep, so easy for death.
The feeling that this road will never end.
No stop sign, just speed limits.
Night falls in time all too quickly.
My eyes struggle to see correctly,
I pray the rain desides to wait for only a few more hours.
Nervous of a deer spontaneously needing to die.
But I drive, because I have to.
I drive because that's the only choice I have.
Stopping at rest areas, truckers pissing me off.
Taking a piss in public bathrooms,
And I watch those bitches walk past the soap and sinks.
My stomach turns as I touch anything.
Back in my car, another couple hundred miles awaits.
I don't sometimes check my speed, fly past the law.
My rear view shows they aren't coming for me still.
So I continue my momentum, I just want to get there.
Plus I'm thristy and my drink is warm.
Out of cigarettes, it doesn't help that I can't stop smoking them either.
One after another while I change my CD's over and over.
The sky is filled with stars, but I cannot find the moon.
I never realized how many things I think about when I drive until now.
Every road sign a hope, every land mark an idea.
I drive through mountains, over bridges.
The wheels beneath me keep spinning,
Burning and burning gallons of gasoline.
Driving over road kills, dead bugs all over the front.
I watch the yellow lines,watch the white ones.
Prepare myself for slow cars and race the fast.
Yielding to the kind, flipping off the fucks.
This car, it brings me places,
All over this continent I go.
I see sunsets, I see rain falls.
I see storms way over the plains.
Ones that I will beat, I will drive from.
Around mountain sides, taking corners in fear.
The fear of losing control and crashing however many miles down.
Those cliffs are deep, so easy for death.
The feeling that this road will never end.
No stop sign, just speed limits.
Night falls in time all too quickly.
My eyes struggle to see correctly,
I pray the rain desides to wait for only a few more hours.
Nervous of a deer spontaneously needing to die.
But I drive, because I have to.
I drive because that's the only choice I have.
Stopping at rest areas, truckers pissing me off.
Taking a piss in public bathrooms,
And I watch those bitches walk past the soap and sinks.
My stomach turns as I touch anything.
Back in my car, another couple hundred miles awaits.
I don't sometimes check my speed, fly past the law.
My rear view shows they aren't coming for me still.
So I continue my momentum, I just want to get there.
Plus I'm thristy and my drink is warm.
Out of cigarettes, it doesn't help that I can't stop smoking them either.
One after another while I change my CD's over and over.
The sky is filled with stars, but I cannot find the moon.
I never realized how many things I think about when I drive until now.
"If it takes my whole life, I won't break I won't bend."
-S. McLachlan
-S. McLachlan
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it only makes today worse.