Driven
DRIVEN
you need to alleviate your stress
by laughing at yourself
and the madness
that drives you further from your self
down the long winding road
without pause to reflect on your loneliness;
your motor addicted to the thine white lie:
the difference between what is
and what merely might be.
how can you tell while in perpetual motion?
escaping from yourself
the sickness of heading nowhere too fast
nowhere that lasts
heading fro a train wreck,
destination:
Final Stop.
Copyright © Igor Goldkind | Year Posted 2014
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