thoughts
as i drive down the freeway doing 75 i have to constantly blink to keep the tears and rain drops out of my eyes.
driving past everything that i should be doing and watching it all pass me as if it is in slow motion,
heading straight for no where but wanting to be there so bad.
false expectations that i know will not come true running through my mind,
and the list of everything i want from life being revised as if i were 50 years old.
not knowing if i am really living or just going through the motions, i blink again and the tears turn to blood.
wanting to be something else yet knowing that i am stuck within my own skin,
trying desperately to be what i want but then looking back and seeing that no one even notices when i try.
all i get are the discouraging looks from the eyes that make me uncomfortable with myself, something that i never wanted to be.
not knowing where this freeway will take me but wishing that it will take me back to.
driving past everything that i should be doing and watching it all pass me as if it is in slow motion,
heading straight for no where but wanting to be there so bad.
false expectations that i know will not come true running through my mind,
and the list of everything i want from life being revised as if i were 50 years old.
not knowing if i am really living or just going through the motions, i blink again and the tears turn to blood.
wanting to be something else yet knowing that i am stuck within my own skin,
trying desperately to be what i want but then looking back and seeing that no one even notices when i try.
all i get are the discouraging looks from the eyes that make me uncomfortable with myself, something that i never wanted to be.
not knowing where this freeway will take me but wishing that it will take me back to.