There's a pothole in the road that I hit on my way out
of town. I drive too fast behind the wheel, I might blackout.
Traffic jam built on the highway, so many people tryna leave.
There's a storm up in the airway and no planes to set me free.
So if I never get out, write a ballad after me
of a girl who got lost in a place she shouldn't be.
They'll sing along to my heart, to the static, to the traffic,
and make art and better roads on this small town's cartographic.
There's a breeze up in the air, but my feet stay on the ground.
Nothing takes me away, even when it knocks me down.
There is air in my lungs, there is beating in my chest.
But if I am never found, then I'll never be at rest.
So if I never catch my flight, name this city after me,
and everyone that visits will hear the legend about me.
They'll build statues and tell stories, and they all will feel so tragic,
but in the library and museums, I'll belong with the classics.
There's a fork in the road that I saw in my way in
to this town, long ago. Went the wrong way; got locked in.
Traffic jam eased on the highway, still some people tryna leave.
There's clear skies up in the airway, but no planes to set me free.
'Traffic' - 14/01/24
Nothing takes me away, even when it knocks me down.
Proud of this one. ♡
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Songs About Merion Station
Poetry❝ It's been two, long years, but I wouldn't know it. And the dark of what happened remains unspoken, and I know it doesn't matter to anyone, like you were hoping. ❞ Merion Station, Pennsylvania, United States of America.
