Driving

Driving though the back roads of my mind

Slamming on the breaks as a deer runs by

I sigh

It’s really heavy with these thoughts

These ideas inside my head that fill me with dread

I said

I don’t know if I can keep going

But everyone else thinks I’m fine, maybe not thriving but not outta time

I rhyme

To keep myself occupied

Keep my brain from thinking about all the pain

I’m sane

At least that’s what I tell myself

But at night when the lights go out I think they’re right

I might

Have a couple of screws loose

But who doesn’t have one or two loose little screw

I do

What I gotta do

But I procrastinate until it’s too late

I’ll wait

Till the last minute

To tell anyone alive that I’m not sure I’ll survive

I thrive

Is what I tell them

But would the truth set me free to be me

And maybe get to a place where they see my face

Not where they see pain or a lie just a real guy who may thrive

But then the deer crosses by and I’m back to my drive