Apr 30, 2016
You find yourself
Swallowed by apathy
Bound by doubt
To the driver’s seat of your own car.
You find yourself
Wondering what the air
In some town 2, 3, 4 hours down the road
Tastes like to a stranger such as yourself.
What flowers bloom in
Their summer?
Does the hard ground of every town
Smell the same after every rain?
You ask yourself,
Would you build a new self
In this new town,
With strange air?
Would anything change?
You would fall
Down this rabbit hole
Just to land back
In this driver’s seat.