on a trip down a road, driving out in the dark

finding what stupid things I've been missing,
in headlights,
coming across objects very far apart.

and the heartbeat is stronger now than ever,
making it very clear that we don't need to stop,  ever.

because I've made a mistake.
and not because of the mistakes I've made,
but because ill never find the truth in my mother's eyes.

the sound of static rushes through my ears,
and it makes it clear that the issues of mine are present;
right now, right here.

writing something, about here.

all my desires,
simplified.
all my plans,
compromised.

all of my dreams.
sacrificed.

so that I may end it.
right now, right here.

Down a road not compromised by fate.