I love driving under overpasses in storms.
when the rain stops and starts
like the beats of my heart.
It's gray skies and real tears.
I'm all ears for any explanations as to why
my stomach is burning
and churning and my love is
tying itself in knots.
Rolling over bridges and
under the starless ceiling
wishing I could stop this rush in my head.
I'm spinning and spinning
and lost in between these dotted lines
and green street signs.
All the fingers are pointing me in the wrong direction.
I'm out of reach and far from focused.
I'm speeding.
adrenaline rushed
and hunger pained.
Thirsting for a truth that will
quench this never-ending search.
I have my heart in my mouth and
my thoughts on my sleeve
for all the world to see--
So if you would please
psycho analyze me.
Because I'm getting off at the next stop-
for good.