Feeling down, I look around at the world passing before me
The sun on its fatalistic arc, streams light through aluminum blinds
A fading afternoon, where nothing was done but wasting time
I slip on my shoes and sunglasses, and then grab my keys.
My car is there waiting, for a destination unknown
I start the engine, shift into drive and begin to roam
Where I'm going I have no clue
The walls were closing in, and I had to see something new.
I drive into the sunset not looking back
All the way to Ohio, until it's pitch black
I was racing the sun to California, but it was speed I lacked
So I return home in the dead of night, the loser left on the track.
I was hoping to flee this arranged marriage to pain
But as I enter the room she embraces me again
This half lived life will not be my fate
I weep until sunrise, planning another escape.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem