The car engine light is on
I sigh… I know what’s wrong,
The exact part that needs replacing
But the same problems, I keep facing
“Don’t make ‘em like they used to”
I sigh… I know what’s wrong
It’s me, the expert who knows nothing
To the world, I’m really bluffing
You see, the engine is my brain
And I’m slowly going quite insane
I’m just trying to explain
I’m not doing well
The fuel light blinks on
I… sigh. I know what’s wrong
I’m grasping for fuel
How I treat her frame is cruel
You see, that hunk-a-junk is me
I’m not kind to my body
It’s just my anxiety
I’m not doing well
So I cope, I smoke
I always feel like I’m alone
I don’t want to take this road
So, I turn off the key
The car door alarm is on
I sigh.. I know what’s wrong
The path might not be clear
But I’m walking from here
This is a poem about being in your head too much while you’re driving.