Driven

Cruising down the highway, I see cars passing by,
But when I see the drivers, I think; "Are those my....?"

Every one is smiling, and my fuel depletes every mile.
There aren't any stations, so I pull over for a while.

The cars fly by, and I refill my auto mobile,
Wondering why they are familiar, like a chanting seal.

Now I pull back out, but I must be hearing voices,
Because I missed my exit while talking about my choices.

Feeling lost and alone, now the coast is destination,
No reason to start, no reason also for procrastination.

Just when hope is lost, and my heart beats hardley,
I hear that voice from the back seat, to see sitting there is Harlea.

Once again I pull over, but now the faces are changed.
They are my ex's, wishing they didn't put themselves in chains.

Harlea don't leave me, my eart rides this highway,
And I want to continue riding, even after I past away.

I love you.