Driving Away
By swf27texas
500 miles away from who I am, I awake to find my solitude. I crave this simplicity of unfamiliararity. My punishment should be crude. My geological cure is here. All of my failures behind me. All of my relations...buried. Fresh new place is how I begin with me. All that I have ever known, All that defines my identity, All that prosecutes me, All that I need to be free. Maybe forgiveness will find me, Down at the end of this dirt road. Maybe I can make ammends For all of the answers I gave so cold. Finding out who I am really not, Realizing I have no senority, Watching them judge my face, Will they see me running regretfully? Escaping, I manipulate my memory, Forgiving myself for all that I have failed. Sentencing myself to be shacked To all of my reminences I failed. Hoping for grace and mercy, Begging for my seclusion, Running from the dust I caused, Driving from what I have become. Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 06 2001 02:55 PM PST 0 • 10
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