cloudy again – always again
I got myself right back here on my own
unsure if I find comfort or discomfort in this seat
to be jerked around, but led safely home
haven’t I finished it yet?

and as if I should have known,
the highway lights keep asking me why, why, why

accelerated I am in this seat and this life
cloudy again but always
deciding never to do it again
I already know all these people
aren’t I sick of them yet?

passing the time in accelerated life
and the highway lights ask why

glass bottles contained my personality tonight
they first pour in and then pour out
I end up right where I started
leaning on our boredom’s crutch
want to see what happens? again?

and the highway is asking me why
2008