Put the windows down
let the night air pierce my lungs.
On this highway I want to get lost tonight.
I don’t want to be found.
Why would I want to be found
in a world that tells nothing but lies?
Sells empty promises, fills out heads with
ideas about prosperity when outside
the window we see people dying on the street.
When will it end, when will we have peace?
When will we stop and think: What the fuck
have we done here?
I hear voices in my head, they keep
telling me to stop. Who am I to become
somebody, to make myself worth being alive?
It’s like everywhere I turn it’s a dead end street, so
I’ll just get lost on this highway within me.
P.S. This was actually one of the first works on my blog under the name Lost on the highway but I just thought it would be nice to repost it for you guys.