Tire tracks
Now for something a little different
Tire tracks
Going nowhere.
A sense to behold
with no one to share.
Blindly my eyes surge
forward beyond my sight.
Yet without refuge
how can I take flight.
We are one missed breath
from an ending by dying.
It is so miserable
I cant help sighing.
Where is all the sense?
Where is the calm?.
I cant go anywhere
without telling time.
Quietly go
just go away
Misery loves company
that is all I can say.
So tell me
don't show me.
What am I doing?
To you I am meaning
You just keep giving
me the looks.
Those looks
an empty book
on the brain.
A deadly type of silence
Morbid reality is crazy
Blindness is melancholy
to nth degree.
Silence yet not heard
Do you agree?
So take my car
and show me the tire tracks
Take me somewhere
but don’t take me far.
Confusion lies in sense
a pertinence.
Yet if the tire tracks are
there before the wind blows,
Make me happy
line my dreams in their rows.