Dang it. It want go.
I can't seem to move forwards,
or backwards.
Just stuck here in the middle of no where.
I don't know,
But it seems like I've been here for ever.
The windshield wiper fluid has run dry.
The windows starting to look a little dusty.
Can't seem to see in front of me anymore.
I feel like I have been here before.
Try to start the engine up.
But the motor just groans.
What good is a cell phone when the charge is all gone.
Who would I really want to call.
Who would I want to see.
Me sitting here in the middle of no where.
Wondering what is to become of me.
Plenty of gas, lots of miles behind me.
It is now a growing of dark across the land.
I just need a helpful hand.
To lift me up and help me see.
The miles left in front of me.