The streets were covered with shadows,
only disturbed by the dimly lit street lights.
Thoughts wander along
dark side streets and watch
the houses pass by.
Don't worry.
The headlights are turned on and
illuminate the sleepy suburbs.
Light washes over the street and
Reflects off the slippery streets,
the silence is deafening.
Don't worry.
Home is two streets away,
not my home but yours.
There's dew already forming on the grass
and the temperature has dropped
several degrees.
Don't worry.
I'll drive safely, until you're warm in bed.
I can wait to turn off my headlights
and blindly take turns.
gambling with my demons
and bartering for my own life.
Dont worry.
I'll be alright, though, maybe not tonight.
They have a new deal,
along with a new hand of cards.
It seems I've got the losing hands
as I lose control and
Slide sideways down this road.
Please worry.