Car Ride

March 3, 2011
The windshield wipers
Struggle to keep up
With the rain

Our hearts
Struggle to keep up
With time

Going by faster than we think
Marching on to a beat
Faster than our own

The music hums
Against my ears
A pair that aren’t even listening

The white dotted lines
That guide us through the night
Tick by like seconds
That see you counting away
Dismissing every minute along
With the hour glass

So I do what I do every car ride
I lay back with worries in my head
The world on my shoulders

Just wishing
I was home





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