I must be out of my mind

The way I can’t keep my eyes on the road

As two hands hold steady

Gripped white-knuckled, bound to the steering wheel

Onwards through the curtains

Of darkness as sheets of icy snow falls

Blanketing over trees

As canopies above concave to weight

Cracking under pressure

Oh, what a state to be in, don’t you think?

To be pushed to a point

With your back against a wall, fearlessly

To not see where you’ll go

With no way knowing if you’ve crossed the line

That’s how far I will go

With no regrets to hold me back anymore

After all comes to end

Then and only then I will face the road