Driving Home Poem by A.E.J. Jordan

Driving Home

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Staring straight over top of my white knuckles now
A surreal movie scene in my head round and round
Just a flick of my wrist and my car would go reeling
Straight into a tree trunk so that’s how I’m dealing
With the constant onslaught of the bullsh*t each day
Makes a sane person imagine for a moment and pray
With a small simple gesture all the lights would go black
Flawless plan except the fact that there’s no coming back

Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
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Darren Woods 17 July 2015

well visually illustrated! ! hope you are good.

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