I need to leave, I am trapped in a box my parents put me in

Before I head on my journey I take in the life I am leaving behind one last time

Goodbye to the garage I ran into with a golf cart when I was 6

Goodbye to the gazebo that I fell off of and busted my lips at 8

Goodbye to the porch that hosted late night gab session 

Goodbye to my chaotic childhood, you won’t be missed

Mindlessly driving, music blasting

Miles of road that lead to nothing

No clear destination in sight 

I speed up

30 up to 35, too slow 

35 now were up to 45, closer 

45 or 50, not enough 

I start to clutch onto the wheel, praying to a God I know doesn’t exist 

Not sure if it is the high of the thrill, 

Or the gas 

I want to stop, but can’t 

I tear up, why, I thought; this is what I want

50 to 55 to 60 

I almost lose control, but I don’t