by Tristan Taylor

Created on: October 30, 2009   Last Updated: October 31, 2009

The Destination


Running away,
Away to where? Away exactly how?
It can be scary to think of the life that we live,
The life that sometimes we love,
Is a life that sometimes we wish to leave,
To never come back again...

Day after day the song is the same,
Sing it again, but don't make it so plain,
Why does everyone do the things that they do,
The way that they did them yesterday?

Another morning comes,
Do I want to get up,
Do I want to play the same silly charade?
Is there something that will happen different today,
Somehow a new hope, a new start, a new something, please
Oh please.

What if I were to get in my car,
Driving, driving, down the interstate, to some new place,
Maybe a new time, a new dimension?
But surely if I drive far enough during the darkness of night,
I will reach a sweet new land.

A land where light has a brighter shade,
A land where colors are bold,
I think I feel people smiling inside
Warm houses.
Cooking, eating, visiting, and fellowship.
And somehow life has meaning...

It's an odd idea,
I can't really get away.
Life doesn't work like that.
That interstate drive is no true escape.
For that road doesn't take us where we think.

I'm afraid that the road really leads to a place,
Empty, soulless, and cold.
There is less hope there than there ever was here,
Truly, really, what was I thinking, what could this new place hold
But people curious of where I came from
And how I could leave it behind.

So in the end,
What I must do, I know,
Is take a deep breath,
Again this time,
look at what I have and what I don't wish to lose,
and say to my soul that despairs of life's sad solitude,
It's okay, it's okay. You don't need to run away,
Just stay,
You know you can make it one more day if you try...

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