In the days of my youth...
I walked calmly to my car and wondered if it would start. Hours or days later, I turned the key and ducked my head to sit. Rhythmically, my hands moved to their age-old places and did their dance with my old friend. I drove.
It has gotten dark early now. I drove in darkness wondering what lies outside of headlights. I drove past marquees and churches and I honestly, I do fear the Rapture. I wondered about old friends and how in these days they have made their way. I know how the new lie.
I lie myself. Awake at night staring at blank screens. I wonder when the phone will ring. Held captive here on my bed...But I drove away then. Away from it all. Leave it all behind and keep the car in drive. Why in the end did I turn around? If I do not find answers from you, I will find them elsewhere. But halftruth and secondhand is better that a cold stare. Often times I wonder how much there is to know. I wonder if in the end, I will be forgiven.
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It has gotten dark early now. I drove in darkness wondering what lies outside of headlights. I drove past marquees and churches and I honestly, I do fear the Rapture. I wondered about old friends and how in these days they have made their way. I know how the new lie.
I lie myself. Awake at night staring at blank screens. I wonder when the phone will ring. Held captive here on my bed...But I drove away then. Away from it all. Leave it all behind and keep the car in drive. Why in the end did I turn around? If I do not find answers from you, I will find them elsewhere. But halftruth and secondhand is better that a cold stare. Often times I wonder how much there is to know. I wonder if in the end, I will be forgiven.
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