Autumn leaves arise from the road
and rush to follow me
each one bearing its own load
of some half forgotten memory.

My truck and I leave them behind
as gleaned fields take their place
with naught but stubble to remind
of grain field oceans they've replaced.

The dashes of the center line
flash by in a blur,
continuous as the tires' whine
or heater's almost silent whir.

Digital drugs are becoming the dread
that fears the world, youth are dead
with beats and sounds
that cost but pounds
the venom drone, on and on, fast spread.

To learn more:
http://www.wired.com/2010/07/digital-drugs/

There you stand before me,
a stranger in the mirror
created from a layer of lies
served over the years.

I hated you because you're untrue!
The fault lies in me, I made you
but now I want a touch of reality
to be the real me, not a make-belief!

My soul grows weary of your presence,
burdened by overbearing guilt and shame.
Get out of my life! I don't want you anymore!
I shattered the mirror to end your game.

All i can ask of you is to hold on
I know at times its as if im approached wrong
As if my woes song is all i dance to
As if im so empty when i romance you
The windows of my soul are blurred
With terrential rain, thinking otherwise
A mental strain speaking words aside
From sorrow is deafening, regretting when
You felt you were with a stranger
A man unsure of himself, a danger
To whatever peace and joy was intended
To whatever hope of the future has mended
I suffer slowly on a daily basis, i pray i make it