T for Tom

Nowhere In Particular

Posted in poem by johnsontoms on December 19, 2011

It’s too easy to remember the way the steering wheel feels

But where is it leading?

Aren’t we just dreaming everyday as we drive on the way to 9 to 5?

I spent twenty minutes trying to decide to go in and try to make new friends,

It’s the living end of getting out and starting over

And reminds me why we just keep driving

Until we can’t get any older.

One foot after another in no direction in particular.

And all I wanted to do was say hello!

I blame tomorrow for occupying today and holding us ransom

To the words we say.

No one listens but at least they hear enough to know

That when we go

We were pissed and living in fear.

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