Innerstate

Colors pass by in blurs

As miles turn like pages on this highway

You sit in the echo chamber

Past visions are swirling

Outpouring behind the eyes

As you drive away from the life used to have

The places you used to go

With people who never really knew you

You remember who you thought

You would become

You remember the people who felt like family

Those you no longer know

You remember how you were young

And lost and afraid of living free

Of driving away

You remember how the cracks started to show

Life has a way of forcing the exhale.