...Driving home

A mumbling silence  as tire hits road
Back to the void , to emptiness, to warmth so cold.
Desolation no consolation.
Worth it ? Should it ? Could it ?

An eeriness not seen or felt before
Wanton vanity , like chasing the wind.
Wesleyan hymns give chorus
To a lonely veneer ever so porous.

Living the life, la vida loca
Jetsettin',r'presentin',with vin and mocha
All the while shouting with silent voice
Pleading with listless stare

Needing more, Wanting more, Cant stand it no more.

Help! Its out there....Help!

SOP - August 2011