Turning Over

Its like I hit a bend going 90 miles an hour. It feels like I swerved to stay on track, but instead I flipped the car around and it lead me in a completely different direction. A year ago I had direction and meaning in my life, I knew where I was and where I wanted to end up.

And now.

There are to many over grown bushes in my way. I can't see what is down the road. I don't know if it winds or if it's straight. I can't tell if it's day or night. I know that right now all I can control is this moment, this hour, this day and I'm just hoping the rest falls into place. The only thing I know for sure is I want someone in the passenger seat.