Long car rides,
With color fading back into the black inked skies,
And broken hair ties,
So you have to let the wind sing and dance with your kindly knotted hair.
Skin stained with exhaustion,
you blink your cloudy eyes.
With a smile pulling at your burned cheeks,
Soothing your awakened lips.
Foreign angles cover your hips,
And if you look carefully, you’ll find that they also accompany your wrists.
You’ll find they mostly come in horizontal,
Like the horizon that the sun tries to hide behind,
The horizon that you never really quite reach,
Because it seems to be too far..
Long car rides,
That take you back home.
Where you can speak to the infinite unresponsive papers,
And you realize that all you ever do is waver,
Back and forth between do this, and do that.
(back and forth, back and forth)
Until you understand that all you want to do is take your hand
and
Reach out.
All you've ever wanted to do was reach out to the moon.
Hoping to find something tangible,
Something real,
Something true.
And you know that the moon,
will reach farther than you.
But it's still too far..
Long car rides,
That you know will always bring a bittersweet taste to your tongue.
Wincing, you inflate your empty lungs.
With what you thought was trust.
It temporarily replaces the bitter,
With sweet, sweet memories,
Making your heart flutter.
And you're alive again.
You're refreshed and remembering to tell yourself that you shouldn’t go too far.
Because it was always you who’s gone too far.
Your horizon was always right in front of you.
The moon was always patiently waiting for you.
Everyone was always there.
We’re still here.
But that look in your eyes
Still seems too far.
So you get back into the car.
