written while driving

Current mood:discontent

yes actually while driving. sunset highlights a farmhouse on the horizon out there. and lights up the jet trails that slice through the air. driving home tired, driving on fumes. I’m chasing Utopia, trying to get back to you. I traded my sanity for a spare and some gas. I sold my soul for a rusted Ford hatchback. driving out lonely, driving ’round bruised. I’m chasing Utopia, trying to get back to you. The glare on the street signs is leading the blind. Is that you in the slow lane? Am I losing my mind? Driving through town, does that building look new? I’m chasing Utopia, looking for you.

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Opinions are my own. Facts are poorly checked. (Unless cited.) Use your brains.
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