Bloody Red Light

Bloody red light hanging above me like an uncooked steak ready to be incinerated into smoke and flames. Where do I go from here? What should I do from this moment on? I don’t know. I have no clue. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way.

I can’t remember last time I was home, but it doesn’t matter. For now, I’m on the road. I’ve always been on the road. Perhaps the road is home, but who knows. One day I’ll find my way home, or maybe not. Maybe I’m already home but the bloody red light hanging over me like a full moon tells me otherwise. The bloody red light tells me “Just because you stopped doesn’t mean you’re home. The rest is temporary, but you’ll always be on the road. This is where you belong. You are a child conceived by dirt, born into the street.”

Sometimes I just want to agree and accept my fate, but not today. I refuse to believe it. I refuse to accept it. I am not a child conceived by dirt, and born on the street. I look dead in the eye of the bloody red light and demonstrate my undying will to never surrender myself to the road.

Maybe that bloody red light is right and I’m just a child of the street on the road. Maybe I’ll always be on the run. All of my memories are filled with life on the run, never settled, and often spending sleepless nights on the road. Maybe that bloody red light is just my blood shot eyes. Perhaps I can just go for it. Maybe I should just pedal to the metal. This may be the only chance to step on it and rush forward, but maybe not.

My memories are faint and often feint my perception, but I know very well that deep inside my pile of road-ridden memories, there is a home. It may all be a lie, but damn it, I’ll be your fool. I refuse to believe that I’m just a nomad wandering down the dirt-ridden road. Doesn’t if that’s the truth; I simply won’t buy it.

O the bloody red light! The only thing shining in the middle of darkness. You’ve guided countless wandering scoundrels from taking that extra step that could have been their demise. Street hounds like me just don’t know when to stop. Your absence would’ve been the death of me a long time ago. Sometimes when I feel a little brittle, I even want to thank you for all of the times when you put a brake to my burning desire to wreak havoc, but not today.

Today, you are the last thing I want to face you bloody red light! I don’t care how many times you try to convince me otherwise, but I have a place where I call home. I can’t quite picture where it is, how it looks, or even how it smells, but I have one. I maybe all alone, but I’m not a lone wolf wandering through the windy desert alongside the tumbleweed. I’m a hound dog trying to find my way back home. There will be no one to greet me at the door, but that’s ok, ‘cause that’s the life I lived.

Something tells my I’m only a mile away. Maybe I’m being fooled again, but what the hell. The lies are sweeter than the violent through bleeding down the bloody red moon. Today I’ll lick the honey off the hive of lies, and drive back to my broken haven.

And then, the green light came like a sunrise.