A Prose of Poetry for the Wandering and Confused

I wish we would just keep

driving, driving, driving

On through the night

on,on,on

My mind tells me

silly, silly, silly

My heart bursts with

run, run, run

Urging me on,

never, never, never

Everyone tells me,

silly, silly, silly

My mind tells me 

GO! GO! GO!

But when no one told me to go my heart 

stopped, stopped, stopped

Screaming for what I don't have 

pounding, pounding, pounding

Finally they tell me

hurry, hurry, hurry

But my heart tells me

stop, stop, stop

And my mind whispers

"Don't turn me away"

Silently in the dark makes it easy to see

flickering, flickering, flickering

Bright lights blind my vision of the small light of the 

candle, candle, candle

In the distance, as darkness descends and 

I see it, I see, see

When I see the voices leave me like birds

birds, birds, birds

As a cold, dark winter closes in

void, void, void. 

Slowly the car stops moving on

moving, moving, moving