I don’t ever have any gas in this damn car of mine’s
Was just a trip to clear my mind
But I’ve traveled many miles
State to state
And still can’t seem to find the great escape
That I’m searching for
I’ve seen many sunrises in the Earth’s horizon
Seen higher towers that out connect Verizon
But, somehow, I’m still sighing
Feels like
I’m trapped in tinted windows
Rolling tires against the ground plays as music in crescendo
Yet I need to roll down the window
just so I can see
If there’s a gas station coming near, just ahead of me
Because I don’t ever have any gas in this damn car of mine’s
My tires running flat as if I ran over a porcupine
But in my mind
I just keep rolling
I’m speeding as if this car of mine’s
I own, is stolen
Without thinking to enjoy the view
Just how Momma said “the way you live your life
is always up to you”
Yet, I’m blessed times two
so I’d rather not spend life glued
to a television
Vision missing
the living that I’ve always visioned
They say my happiness is sinning
But
the crazier thing is
I’ve never cared for one’s opinions
So that’s probably why
I’ll never have any damn gas
Just driving miles and miles
Hoping that it’ll last
(2017)
The AwkweirdSole. 