Still Driving Home

Dashboard glow cuts the dark.
White lines smear into streaks.
Rearview full of nothing
but black.
But the head.
still turning.
Yeah.
still driving.
still driving
still driving
Three voices,
two hands,
still driving home
driving home.
driving home
Head stuck in
the bad place,
still driving home
driving home.
driving home
Asphalt grinding my skull,
still driving home
driving home.
driving home
Bad place riding shotgun,
still driving home
Three voices.
Two hands.
Still driving home.
still driving home
Blacktop thumping the
worn out tread,
Headlights carving a tunnel
through dread.
First voice found me
when the storm was loud,
Didn't preach hope,
just stood their ground.
Second voice quiet,
steady and low,
keep moving.
don't let go
Third voice rough
like gravel
and rain,
Pulled me back
when I drifted in pain.
Two hands steady
when the night ran long,
Didn't ask why I
carried the wrong.
They didn't fix it,
didn't pretend,
Just walked beside me again
and again.
again and again
Three voices,
two hands,
still driving home
driving home.
driving home
Head stuck in
the bad place,
still driving home
driving home.
driving home
Asphalt grinding my skull,
still driving home
driving home.
driving home
Bad place riding shotgun,
still driving home
Three voices.
Two hands.
Still driving home.
still driving home
Exit lights flicker
like false escape,
But their words still ride
in the engine's wake.
Head pounding
like a war drum beat,
Trigger finger tremor still
in my seat.
Teeth shattered cutting deep
in my tongue,
Taste of iron every
time I'm numb.
Horrible headache,
hard to stay awake,
Miles stacking under every mistake.
One voice said
stay in the lane.
breathe it through
One voice said
stay in the lane.
breathe it through
One sat silent
in the room
with me,
Let the quiet say
what I couldn't see.
Two hands steady
when the road went blind,
Holding the line
while I fought my mind.
holding the line
holding the line
Three voices,
two hands,
still driving home
driving home.
driving home
Head stuck in
the bad place,
still driving home
driving home.
driving home
Asphalt grinding my skull,
still driving home
driving home.
driving home
Bad place riding shotgun,
still driving home
Three voices.
Two hands.
Still driving home.
Breathe.
slow.
not alone
Road runs long.
not alone
Breathe.
not alone
Three voices,
two hands,
still driving home
driving home.
driving home
Head cracked open,
still driving home
driving home.
driving home
Asphalt gnawing the skull,
still driving home
driving home.
driving home
Bad place whispering
you never left
Three voices.
Two hands.
Still driving home.
Dawn bleeding red
across the glass,
City lights rising
as the night moves past.
Head pounding
like a war drum roll,
But the quiet settling
in my soul.
Inside smile,
justice served tonight,
I faced the dark
and I chose the right.
Trigger finger tremor finally still,
Storm burned out by
a stronger will.
I'm fine now.
my soul aligned
I'm fine now.
my soul aligned
Did the right
thing this time.
They didn't save me
like stories pretend,
They just stayed there
until the end.
Three voices steady
through the roam,
Two hands guiding
me back home.
Three voices,
two hands,
still driving home
driving home.
driving home
Head stuck in
the bad place,
still driving home
driving home.
driving home
Asphalt grinding my skull,
still driving home
driving home.
driving home
Bad place won't let go,
still driving home
Three voices.
Two hands.
Still driving home.
Three voices.
Two hands.
Road still turning.
still driving
Still.
driving home.