Car Ride

The windshield wipers
struggle to keep up
with the rain

Our hearts
struggle to keep up
with time

Going by faster than we think
marching on to a beat
faster than our own

The music hums
in my ears
they're barely listening

The white dotted lines
that guide us through the night
tick by like seconds
that see you counting away
dismissing every minute along
with the hourglass

So I lay back
with worries
in my head
with the world on my shoulders
just wishing I was
home