My drives…

Others drown their sorrows in drinks

I ditch mind on the blacktop

I’ve got gas and rubber to burn

And miles to shred beneath me

I pick 85, north or south

Or 90, east or west

And I ride until the pain goes away

I drive faster than my racing thoughts

Just to try and clear my head

I let passion and emotion pour from my soul

Spilling from my mouth and over the steering wheel

Singing louder than the voices

Of fear and doubt that ride shotgun

They like to backseat drive

But I don’t push those limits

And I keep it between the lines

AC’s up on full blast

To freeze the tears streaming down my cheeks

The headlights blaze the trail before me

They shine into the dark fog of my future

I may not know where I’m going

But I know what I’m leaving behind

When I feel half way sane again

I make that sharp U-turn to head back

Slinging my troubles off the hood

Like a box of rotting trash

I lose so much on that ride

But when I pull back into home

I know I’ve found much more