You’re driving me insane,
Somewhere I don’t want to go.
In melancholy pain,
Staring out the window,
Look at people just driving by,
Do they know the feeling?
Can they tell me why?
Wind whispers worries
Rain clouds of clarity
Length of the pavement
Is the price to be free.
Devil on my shoulder
Can’t run as fast
As I leave to run
Away from my past.
I look out at the trees,
They tell me stories
How time causes damage
But it’s all part of being.
No matter what,
Trapped in our bodies
We’ll always be stuck
Living as sick allegories
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nathaney
I'm an optimistic nihilist comforted by collectivism, in a world worshipping rugged individualism.
I have no idea what I'm doing here,
or in general.
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