Drive
I used to drive alone late into the night- circling through the same familiar streets - my mind buzzing and blown like the blown buzz of the speakers in my car- I would stare down the empty streets thinking of love past and love I was actively watching pass by- I would imagine a beautiful life of purpose and passion- I would think of a little boy, one who came into this world perfect- I'd look in the rear view mirror- study the bloodshot lines and bags under his eyes-I would hang on to the energy of guitar solos and temporarily escape my thoughts- I'd imagine wild burning love- wonder why I caged myself from the most special people- I used to drive alone late into the night- I would pass by my street... just one more song- it was my peace, my freedom, my calm before the crash- it was my refuge before the lights went out and my mind took me dark places alone late into the night.
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