June 7: The Late Night Choice

He took a right
Instead of left
Drove through the night
Hoping to find the next step
One maybe far away
Then he thought about what they'd say
When his chair was empty the next day
His right foot lifting off the gas
Thoughts of his family refusing to pass
Eyes beginning to well with tears
Is this what he wanted all those years?

The red break light shines
Upon the shoulder
The lungs gasping in line
To anxiety that felt colder
Fogging the window
Forcing him to go
To try and find more to know
About the emptiness he feels
And how life could steal
All the things he thought made him real

With the minutes that tick
In a night so long
A car will sit
With a man forlorn
Because something opened his eyes to see
That he wasn't really free
But a slave to democracy
Even with all the choice
He's just another voice
What he has isn't who he is
But that's all there is
Yes that's all there is

Exactly were he's going
Next...


Maybe this is playing out right now and "next" may decide everything.