february 3rd

the road stretches out before us
who knows where it leads
drunk on dreams
haunted by mistakes
i ask you where you've been
you say "i was wandering the lonely places"
why did it take so long?
"i've been here all along really..."
the sun is in our eyes
the wind is in your hair
i squint to try and see you
but only tumbleweeds roll past
now the dust is spinning furiously
i can barely move forward
which way do i go?
i can't see anything
blinded
stifled
distraught
tumbling backwards
hurdling through space
my arms and legs go limp
i surrender
i give in
i give up
and fall


fall



fall



fall



for days


for months


for years


i wake up here
in the white room
in complete silent
you are sleeping next to me
but decisions are to be made
the road opens up through the ceiling
the blue sky and endless stretch of highway
jutting skyward

which way do we go?
i need you to tell me
what should we do?
i want you to tell me
will it be ok?

i wait for your answer