I Drive Poem by Joseph Caraveo

The Drive



Sometimes
I go for a drive to clear my mind
Seems to work, every time
A tank of gas, maybe two
Shouldn't take long to forget you

AND THAT'S A LIE

I'm trying to beleive

Pack the car
Suns going down
Perfect time to just get out
A tank off gas and three Red Bulls
Where I will end up Lord who knows

All I know
I gotta go
For a drive

Sometimes
I go for a drive to clear my mind
It used to work every single time
A tank of gas maybe two
Thought thats what it would take
To get over you

Oh Lord I was wrong

Been driving all night long
Still, your not gone
Went thru Alpine, El centro too
Just kept driving, running from you
And here I am, alone just me

Pulled off Interstate 8, almost in Yuma
Damn it's late, another full tank
And I hit the road, to your goodbye

Sometimes
I go for a drive to clear my mind
Damn, sure ant working this time
Three tanks of gas or was it four
Your still gone, peddle to the floor

And I drive
Trying to heal my soul
I think it's to late
Haven't slept or ate

Sometimes
I go for a drive and loose my mind
Talking to myself, mumbling words
I think I've gone mad
Loosing her
And still I drive


Copyright ©2009 J. E. Caraveo