white lights flood the glass behind me
a sea of lost eyes and no one knows where to go
everyone’s going somewhere but a destination is missing
a sense of purpose as I apply the pressure to the pedal
but I’m just another set of lost eyes in a hazy sea of white light
and so I keep moving, hoping that I’ll end up somewhere
anywhere but here
A creative analogy of grabbing the wheel as I drive
Like a robot my foot welded on the gas
Not knowing where I am going, untill fate dips in, suddenly I crash
stepping out of my shell, looking at the world around me, lucky to be alive
I could have kept going, I could have kept driving
but without a destination, might as well be dead, might as well be lying…
