A Tank Full of...

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I wrote this in my car before I got out to go into the school. Just sort of random. I'd appreciate any criticism.

Submitted: May 22, 2008

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Submitted: May 22, 2008



Leaden foot on the pedal, it's dark out;
early, and I'm headed anywhere so long as I have fuel.
It's not the destination that matters anyway,
only what I'm leaving behind,
and no one could envy my past.

My car,
it takes me away.
Always away,
never going anywhere,
but that's fine with me a long as I can go fast;
as long as I there's gas.

I wonder where to next,
and what I should expect
but never for very long.
It's usually better not to ask;
not to hope for anything.
There is no such thing as disappointment,
if you never know what's coming.

Before I get anywhere,
I think that this time I'll stay.
This time, no matter what, I won't run away,
and I laugh out loud because I know it's a lie.
And I give it all to the pedal
because the tank's still not too thirsty yet.

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