Drive Away

Sometimes I wanna take my car and drive away
Someplace far and beautiful and quiet,
Drive and drive and drive till I find the end of the earth
Then drive and drive and drive some more.

I look to the sky and I beg the gods above and below,
Beg them for a reason, beg them for a way,
Beg them for the desire to stay.

From my hand, an angel takes a razor blade,
They say “this is not a car”, 
They whisper “this is not the road you need to take”,
They cry “today is not your day.”

©2022 Poppy B. Humble