Set your head down on the dashboard
Eyes detaching themselves from the road,
Dancing like the fireflies
Which is more dangerous to watch?
Contemplating what it feels like
What it feels like to live
Are there really colors anymore
Or do they just blend, blur, and fade out?
Fade back in,
You find yourself somewhere new
A cabin by a lake,
Fresh air all around,
Dew on the grass
Cold chill of the morning wrapping you
In a cocoon of nothing
A shell of what you've become,
Is this what it feels like,
To not care anymore?
Cool frost of the window,
Against your smooth, silky cheek,
As you stare into nothing,
The dark, cloudy, sky,
Will it rain again today?
You'll lock yourself inside,
Caved in,
Closed up in what used to be a place called home
Supposedly home is where the heart is,
But where is your heart then?
