now
straining to see
just what lights in the heavens
shine for me
and now i realize
that i don't care
i don't sympathise

Ive got an idea that my mind isn't just my own
this odd little tickle that makes me think that
maybe
something besides 90 mph and the big
straight empty
could make me feel just as much alive

and yet I'm told
"you've got such a long way
to go"
sighing down to my feet
standing still on 4000 miles
of black-stained-yellow slash

the needle rests on "E",
i don't know how much longer ill hold out
just enough to crash
not like there's any better way back
now

little did i know
that there was so little i didn't know
and i know you can see
that Ive nothing left but me
these words-
i don't read them, i see them
watch them pass me by

Oh, how i hope they'll come back soon
maybe tell whats in my horizon
Any sort of clue will do.

jellybelly <3

teddybear :D

Curious, what would you "politely" call it?

My kind of stuff to read!

differentkindofwench: probably a stream-of-thought rant, because thats how i wrote it.

thanks jimz. :D

streams of consciousness ...my favourite way to write...

love your style!

thanks artgurl. :D

and i agree. best way to write.