We could drive all night
just to find the merest hint
of beautiful moonlight
when all the time
it was left behind
in the place we fled.
We don't need to outrun
the dread,
it is already deep
inside our own heads.
We could drive
all night
trying to reach
our place in time.
When our place
was always just behind,
left in the room we vacated.
To begin this journey into the unknown,
mixed up thoughts left uncoordinated.
We could drive all night
to find an escape hatch
from this internal fight.
When all along, together
we had the world in our hands,
in our minds, In our little place
we had all we ever needed to find
In our hearts. Inside
We could drive forever
searching, seeking some refuge
from the increasingly stormy weather,
when behind, there was already
a roof.
A place our hearts could find truth
and could hold tightly
sheltering together.
We could drive all night
but I need to know,
am I really the one you want
or just a fanciful flight
away from the life
you've grown to despise.
Thanks for reading
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