The Vigilante Of Clockwork

Suitcases and Keys

Tonight

My sky's lit up with street lamps

Headlights and reflectors

Dulled down stars and words tied by bands.

Scattered across the backseat

A few things lay

Slightly used, nothing new

Home- In an accepted sort of way.

Sleeping lightly

Curled against a blanket or a jacket

It's easy to get lost in the noises

The street side backdrops and engine wound gadgets.

Hours can go by

Where even in the noises all I can do is dwell

I get to thinking, and I forget there's someone that cares right there

Fantasy to a nightmare, a navy blue that once started as a pastel.

People always say that they wish the could see all the things I do

All the skies

All the sights

All the reasons why.

Why I've found comfort in an old car.

Truth is

I couldn't tell you why for that.

I have seen many things

But the only things that really matter aren't scribbled across a map.

-Victoria xX