"But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine"

Downright depressing and fatalistic, in a way, but rather true...just think about it.


Driving a car through a crowded street, the air-conditioning, the windows insulating you from time and space.

Kids don’t rush across the street, you don’t need to push the brakes.
All the crossings blink green, you don’t need to change gears.
The radio plays all your favorite songs, you don’t have to reach for the channel button.
The streets buzz with life, but you don’t need to care.
The only thing now is your life, beyond the window glass is thoughtless caricature.

And you just drift-drive on ...streets leads to abstruse lanes,
Abstruse lanes meander aimlessly, but you don’t even notice,
Lanes end at cross roads, you don’t pause and you don’t think,
...and then the wide open...the highways,
the city recedes, there is always good roads under the rubber.

Kids skin dipping in ponds wave, you just smile.
Gas stations loom ahead, you drive past…your tank is full.
The woman you loved sits on the garden bench, an eye on the road…
You slow up, smile and say something…before driving away
She laughs, and then she waves …asking you to come back.

As you drive away, you look at her …through the rear view mirror, you haven’t moved on.

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