Rust

when your mind has become like a rusted out car you crank up the radio to drown out the noise the screeching problems you should have addressed years ago you get lost in the music and your thoughts become a muffled hum a quiet buzz wishing for an empty mind as hollow and cold as the temporary comfort you find in the meaningless kisses of strangers those who themselves claim to be bored in reality they suffer from the same anger, hurt, and desolate loneliness of soul separately you become one in a poison embrace the same artificial butterflies and shame that you felt with your back against the wall in innocent ignorance you poison yourself to sleep finding refuge in the fact that there you can commit no wrong in waking you wish to break away from the dullness you have the urge to run like the sudden impulse to push the pedal to the floor speeding recklessly down the highway to nowhere laughing outloud at the idea that you may have to explain to the police you weren't on your way anywhere the satisfaction in the confused looks when you explain there was no reason you were in no hurry you weren't going anywhere you're just going to end up the same place you started anyway life has no meaning without the thrill and danger of unnecessary risk your rusted up and everything rusted breaks down and ceases up eventually