It’s a long drive to the ocean down roads which all look the same,
and the passenger seat - it was empty, the price of another man’s fame,
Caught in a spiral of my own creation with things that I’m trying to
ignore,
Struggling to breathe here - my mind tearing at me, with hands on the
wheel - I’m unsure,
A caricature of a man that I had been a long time ago,
Living in deepening shadow with a lingering personal woe,
Caught in a spiral of my own creation with things that I’m trying to
ignore.....
Who will regret what I’ve done? I guess I’m the fortunate one.
Regret is a lesson - a blessing, but it’s something I’m struggling to see,
As I think of potential and could haves of the man that I’d wished I could
be,
Drawing in closer to my destination, a sick feeling grasped me inside,
Riddles with something - feels like apprehensions, there’s nothing I’m
leaving behind,
Headlights veer into the water, waves tearing into the shore, Dark and
forgiving before me, slipping - can’t take any more.