Turnpike

I sat and watched

too many tomorrows come

and too many yesterday’s go

opened the door

I witnessed my future and pass

collide, crash and burn

on a sharp turn

I had no more tears to cry

I shuck my head

and went back inside

looking at clocks

facing time

my past was a DUI

my future was just passing by

innocent, sober and dry

my past put up a hell of

a fight then died

my future had a

few scratches but survived

my journey was totaled

and trashed

I had to start all over

again from scratch

it takes more than flour

to make some dough

I had a few eggs

still I had to

borrow some more

dropped some onto

the floor

knocked on heavens door

to ask for more

I was told

that God don't live here

anymore

then tell me what

the hell am I praying for

this means war

of a spiritual kind

am I crazy or am I blind

can this condition be defined

untangle my brain to unwind

open my mind to see

nothing but flames

left behind me

heat on my back

laying down new tracks

new light no wax

strong enough to

take the flak

no smacks

I hit back

been up

been down

ready to go

another round or two

three or four

it does not matter

I've been here before

tolling the line

paid the toll