its not literally about driving but about moving on after a break up.
Red spots , And fever shots
I feel contagious
We run to find someone
Somewhere to feel safe
And you stand, Alone again
You try to hide it
You cry
And I drive
Its all in your head
Just move on
Wild fires and radio towers
We've lost connection
Burning bridges and power lines
Winds blow in all directions
Your tears cant stop this now
It only burns greater
And it burns
From your lips you breathed
With just a breeze
Burning all to the ground
Leaving no past
Just memories
And you cry
As I drive
And you lay in fear
Not knowing why
As I drive
Alone again ,Its all in your head
Just move on
New habits occur in time
Just read through all the signs
Damn your directions
I want to find my way
I will be fine
And where's mine?
And where's mine?
You led me away
And now im alone again
Its all in my head
And its time
And its time
To move on
It's live, you have one shot
Don't miss your chances
Fast forward, and we cant stop
Just press play
You move on way to fast
Someone hit pause, again
This tape is almost out
There is no re-run
And you cry
As you lay in fear
Not knowing why
And how?
As I drive, far away from here
Alone again ,Its all in our heads
Just move on
This struck me how the feelings, memories, and all that has been love resides and thrives in the mind... It longs for those happiest moments, yet when it begins to fade we try to escape.. So hard to drive on from a place so deeply cut inside you.
I liked the title - "I Drive". I could imagine the writer was bombarded with or tormented by the overwelming emotions as I could sense them through the flow of the words here.
After reading it, however, it seems that the speaker is speaking to one person only - "Alone again ,Its all in your head", "Alone again ,Its all in myr head", "Alone again ,Its all in our head". As a third person or a reader, I only can vaguely imagine and guessing, I cannot grasp any image from those phrases, apart from knowing, yes they are emotinal.
In my genuine opinion, a good writing/ poetry, including our precious love-poems, must benefits everyone, not the particular one in our precious imagination,
"I only read and re-read what I like, with a bit of reader's pride mixed in with much enthusiasm. But whereas pride usually develops into a massive sentiment that weighs upon the entire psyche, the touch of pride that is born adherence to the felicity of an image, remains secret and unobtrusive. It is within us, mere readers that we are, it is for us, and for us alone. It is a homely sort of pride. Nobody knows that in reading we are re-living our temptations to be a poet. All readers who have a certain passion for reading, nurture and repress, through reading, the desire to become a writer. When the page we have just read is too near perfection, our modesty suppresses this desire. But it reappears, nevertheless. In any case, every reader who re-reads a work that he likes, knows that its pages concern him. []. In certain types of reading with which we are in deep sympathy, in the very expression itself, we are the "beneficiaries." "
Gaston Bachelard (1884 - 1962), The Poetics of Space (1958), Introduction xxvi.
What I'm reading in this poem is that you were the stable one in this relationship while your partner was the one that was falling apart. You assumed control because of your partner's instability. And as you moved on, you became more detached from her. Much disaffection and frustration. I like the metaphor of movement, driving, the roadtrip metaphors as well as the repetitive phrases that are snippets of an argument: "and where's mine? and where's mine?" As well, if these are song lyrics, I'd be curious to see how they're carried out. It has an interesting rhythm.
The imagery in this is really great. This would be the perfect poem to read before a road trip... The voice in this is very passionate for life and new things. This was a good poem for where I'm at right now.
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