Nowadays I ride solo
The roads still suck
And yet, there is peace in riding
Into nowhere, into just air
The wind ruffles you
The wheezing sound muffles you
And the inner silence rumbles a bit
Strange demons get out
Those that you avoid
Like you avoided a path
During childhood to escape a bully
This bully, though, is in your house
|Is it a he or a she?
Let's call her a she
She is already living in with you
It's always been, in sin
She talks to you
Just like a lover would
Sweet nothings about sweet nothings
Until she wields the saber
And invites you to a talk
You wont win this walk
"I wont win" with her,
I know that
I submit. I clench in my defeat
The demon still plays
She still says and says
I still drive
This long drive to another place
This long drive to another time
This long drive away from the here
This long drive to the familiar.
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