On the highway doing over eighty
during falling day driving crazy
lost my way swerving shady
still the streets won't stay, eyesight fading.
my heart is okay, but the vessels failing
can't see straight, something in the blood? Maybe.
I'm just trying to runaway,
outrun the demons that have been behind me lately
objects in the mirror are closer than they appear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem