It feels like I'm the only one in the world.
The world streams by in a current blur,
I count trees and headlights that flash by.
I stare out in search of my answers,
In hopeless vain someone would reply.
The moon stalks my car in a pursuit,
As only dim streetlights lead the way.
This awkward silence my words refute,
The wind blows and the trees mildly sway.
I try to count the number of stars,
And the lines that streak by when I pass.
I wish I could look way up and ask,
Why is it that lies grow like green grass?
It's really weird how life works this way –
Car rides are the only time I think.
When all around me is disarray,
The scenery only makes me blink.
Am I awake, or is this a dream?
When the sun rises, all this will fade;
Does it? I try tying up the seams,
They laugh; they'll forget without a trace.
It's like a song on the radio.
It keeps playing; I don't want to let go.