New Poem

No time to stop for toiletries, dinner or a gun

Something deep inside told me to Run, baby, Run!

Don’t know where I’m going, the street signs aren’t clear

I’d rather be lost anywhere if it gets me out of here

The scenery is changing, the temperature has chilled

The road’s my sanctuary, but my tank is underfilled

There’re things that I will miss, that anchor’s dragging me

I must cautiously unload it before it buries me

I know that he’ll come looking, but I can throw him off my trail

I’ll either start all over or drive this car straight down to hell