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
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