Driving To The Distant Thoughts – Poem
is Dedicated to my love to drive
I drive again
On the unknown road
To a new place
I only heard of
Escaping the glow
Of a painful story
That ate my soul
As far as I am going
The farthest confusion grows
One hour passed
The second gave me
A new chance
To reconnect me with ways
That I do feel not proud of
Begging for mercy
Pay me attention
When times were challenging
And turned to dust with the flow
Of time spent in illusions
A pragmatic love
With no Individualism
Because it would ruin the comfort
That someone had felt of
And would never abandon
My speed increased
While the mind grows fond of
The feelings I was hiding
Boosting out to the prone
Salty tears when I can take it no more
My car would be crashing
If I didn’t stop when I saw
A single bird flying
Reminding me of my own
An angry heart that showed
The depth of emotions
When I tried to be a raccoon
Hiding out in the crowd
To defend my cocoon
But it happened
And became a success
That made me numb
To the cries in my head
Which I surpressed
They made me go wrong
Direction outside my groan
And brought me back to the driving
Finding a distant road
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Many love stories are sad and change the people inside out. They may love each other in different time frames but miss the moment to act.
Some neglect their feelings, and others play dead to not be hurt, but the truth is that when something doesn’t happen at first, it will be that way forever. When two people do not click, it’s a matter of time to drive separate roads.
It’s a fact I love driving and depending on my confusion, I go further to think and re-organize my thoughts. My recent trip was four hours of driving on the same day, but I was happy to visit a new place. It was a small town in Bulgaria where birds were singing and time stopped.
Right said, I envy the people living there. Calmness and sincerity were the atmospheres of that place.
When I move out of my current living city, it will be to a smaller town or even a village. The falseness and insincerity of people in cosmopolitan cities turn me off. That’s why when I drive, my choice of places is based on my intuition or the population’s number.
However, is always lonely to leave someone loved. But seeing no future in the long-term and the different directions, I think it’s better that way. Then I drive to distant roads, running from my thoughts until I find the courage to face them.
Cutting ties with those, who haven’t been by my side and didn’t understand me after a long time of communication, is not easy. If someone’s taken for granted, it’s the most painful experience and leads to a new driving life destination. But everyone survives. It’s a fact not many people will stay by my side forever. It’s like wishy-washy thoughts to make myself feel better. I stand for the sincerity and directness of communication, so there is no place to hide, ignore or play dumb when rejecting someone or I am the one dumped.
