Road Trip
Road out before me,
Hand out the window,
Sitting beside you,
I’m not the driver,
Thoughts on other things,
Not this long stretch of flattened land.
Just came from the city,
Just trying to escape,
When wind took direction
Didn’t try to take it back.
Night is so easy and thin,
Not suffocating like day,
Stars are universe seeds,
Sky is distant skin.
It’s not me sitting beside you
It’s some woman in a costume,
You're just a stranger,
With a beard and a dagger hidden,
And we’re shadows getting eaten.
Radio tuned static,
Static to match the road.
You ask me questions to loose time
I answer questions you didn't ask.
I keep thinking
'I am mute'
Because no matter what I say
You don't hear me.
Maybe I should be thinking,
'You are deaf and I am blind.'
Nothing around here,
Nowhere to turn.
Almost say, ‘I want to go back,
‘Please take me home.’
But it’s not my home we’re running from.
Remember when you touched my face,
You touched my hips,
You said,
‘Look at you, you’re like a statue.’
I said,
‘I may be cold, but I’m not stone,’
Tuned away your lingering touch,
‘Don’t make me into this.’
Who do admire?
Who do you love?
I admire the woman in the red dress,
She dances,
I love the man in the corner,
He’s seen it.
Going to keep on driving when you go home.
I want to be somewhere where it’s green
Where the air’s not hard to breath.
I miss your ocean,
I miss mine,
Now floating in between.
I’d stay with you here
For as long as you want me,
I’d return whenever you asked,
But you never will.
Anticipating the cusp of sunrise,
Virgin blue skin
To cover up night.
No one around, road is straight,
You turn to look at me,
Eyes look so bright in the shadows.
Whenever I see a lonely straight road,
I’ll think of you.
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