Driving is Scary, so I do it with my eyes closed

I was never exceedingly good

At focusing

Or staying in one place for too long

So most of what I say Is my wishful thinking

Grabbing the wheel

And driving off into the sunset

As we drive past dead towns and cities I will wonder

About better ways to fade away

And better ways to die

Or worse days to let go

And lose control

And wonder how I still move forward

So, if life really is a highway

I’ve been drinking

And probably swerving in my lane

So I’ll drop the bottle

And maybe get a grip

And wrap myself

Around the next lamppost I see

And I’ll sit there and wait

Until someone might stop

And give me directions

To the next hospital

by Archibald the Prophet

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