It's okay, she said

Another melancholy trip 

inside my head

It's not your job to save me,

pave the way, or take the wheel

I'll smile through every mile 

just let me know you understand.


These side trips of the mind

Are part and parcel 

of our corporeal kind

The cost of doing business

Calculated undertaking

A caveat emptor:

You do the crime you do the time


But oh the time, it blends

The hours and minutes

blur the road again

My smile more forced each day

I just wish you'd take this wheel 

I need to close my eyes

And let you navigate a ways

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Originally written August 23, 2014. I was challenging myself to write in the style of song lyrics. 

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