My Mind Is A Higway Poem by ivar Kracht

my thinking is a highway i can't control

im a passenger with sepperat body and soul

scared of not knowing where my mind wil take me.


i used to enjoy the ride

that goes slow down the winding country road

taking up the wiev as we pass

now its only streeks of light

going past as fast as night


its hard pretending

when speeding on the higway

but it is not a coice

the need commes and you haf to pretend

overthinking it and hoping i wont offend


ever serching for the other car

hoping it will ride with us for a while