EscapismA Poem by Akroma
We drift away like wood in water, floating further and further from where we learned to lie to the people we love, and score a victory against our closest friends.
Side by side, hide behind dark tinted windows going 45 in a 50.
Sun screen noses and naked toes take a break at a truck stop. We sip lemonade to soothe our smoke stripped throats and argue over who will drive next. Stay long enough to enter the women's door twice.
Fully stocked and ready for a daily party we'll never be sad if we're always happy We'll never frown if we're always smiling we'll never sleep if we're always awake.
Maybe we don't have an exit strategy. Perhaps we can't recognize north from west but damn, fumbling, stumbling, scrounging, and bumming, and riding side by side, I know it's in reach.
We place herbs and pills over food, See, the seats recline so we don't need a room, and we can wait an additional day for shampoo and fresh clothes.
Patience is a virtue,and durability is a skill. Hand us bread, or maybe we'll take it, reach out and demand it, The glow of glamour has left our fingertips charred.
Keep driving, and we'll hit something eventually, I tell you you again and again, All the running will be worthwhile Once we discover our excuse.
The same songs torture a previously pleased ear repeat, skip, stop, repeat until I hate sound Silence turns us against the other Our nerves peeled back, raw, and bleeding stuck and cornered into honesty.
Pasteurised cheese product, dry and crumbling gas station biscuits. Clog our mouth and add yet another step to to climbing fever. Even our salvation is drying out.
Somewhere between the starting point and now we've lost the awareness of pain, discomfort. Cold, or heat, yelling, tears, or the brain numbing buzz of static.
Keep on going, keep on moving, keep on driving, side by side, We're wood in water, drifting away...
© 2011 AkromaAuthor's Note
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Added on November 4, 2011 Last Updated on November 4, 2011 AuthorAkromaThe Yellow Brick RoadAboutWelcome aboard, Travelers! I go in and out of this reality, as does my writing. All feedback and critique is met with gratitude. more..Writing
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