The Car Ride of LIfe
My life, I watch it from the passanger side
of the car, go go go and never come back.
Today, apart of me; who I am died.
In my head the words floated eloquently,
but bursting forth they lacked tact.
Like always, I ran
Like always, I laid silent
Like always, I let them drive my life.
Now, I have committed myself away
for four years I must stay,
at a place I was forced to choose.
I never knew how much I had to loose,
until I gave up my freedom.
Bound I am to this new world,
if you ask them, they will insist there were
2
choices.
But listen to me when I say to you
There was only
1.
Why? Because the argument
could never, never be won.
Their ears are made of stone
Their minds set, unchanging
Their faces, I can't look at,
without blaming them, for this unhappiness
for this wretchedness
for this complete and utter annihlation
of myself.
Forever, I will watch my life pass
from the passanger side of the car,
while they drive, drive, drive.
I waited, for God to direct me,
but he never came through,
never whispered one way or another.
So here I am, ignoring my heart, my head
myself,
to go where they send me.