"Other Side Of The Highway"
Was told I shouldn't concern myself
with the other side of the road.
Stick to my direction.
Avoid the interjections;
But I only see reflection
When I glance past dashed white.
Broken lines separate nothing
Between I and this light.
Broke stride with less pride
And more curiosity.
Wasn't concerned with privacy.
Who's around to stop me? Not you.
Early intent will win this late night.
I've no desirable extent for staying to the right.
It's always easy to delve
When you were never willing to fight.
I'm not looking to get away.
I just never promised I would stay.
So surprised to find belongings packed.
I remember saying I'm not turning back.
No knapsack.
No can of beans.
Just a wallet full of receipts
and balled up dreams in my jeans.
Day by day, the end hides away.
I thought the destination was getting closer;
But you have become my choker.
Fashionable shackles for the fearful.
Said that the other side if the road
Could only bring me back home.
You needed me to need you.
You feared that I would leave you.
Manipulation is a manic maelstrom.
I wish you good fortune;
Feverish fool stuck in your whirlpool.
Motives undisclosed will flatten the frequent.
I've read the signs.
I know what they say.
They weren't designed to lead the way.
They were forged to collect my days.
I even make note at night
Of such an unflattering sight.
Even when the path draws left,
Each sign will read "Turn Right."
And you think that some won't fight?!
I just chose to play the game.
Your aversion was never strange.
We both know where guidelines pertain.
So I'm moving down the highway.
The one that traces my life.
You protest, you wax, you forewarn.
You indict and vow to do harm;
But I'm moving down this highway.
The one that houses my life.
You can impart guilt in swarms.
Let that same guilt keep you warm.
Wonder what I've pondered.
Breathe hard when I blink.
Can't track what I've discovered.
You should've never made me think.
You watch my wheels fall off.
You saw my car break down.
You say that you're the one
And no more can be found.
Quite profound.
Not enough to make me stay.
I know where I am
By what you say.
So you see:
I can't be concerned
With your side of the road.
We've shed our last load.
So I'm moving down the highway.
My phone has a flashlight.
I'm not staying to the right.
Get some rest tonight. Goodbye.
Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
Inspired By: "The Highways Of My Life" by The Isley Brothers
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