Bad Day

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life

I feel like running away today with no destination. Just me and my cadillac...windows down and mind racing. The faster I drive the more thoughts I'd let blow away. Believing that with every mile that all my pain would fade away. I just want to drive and find a new destiny. Because the more I live in this stage of life the more I think it's not for me. What I thought I wanted in life seems not to fit me at all. And everytime s*** gets real...I jump in my ride and a** I'd haul. It's not right, but something has got to give. Why give life and not make it fun to live? Maybe it's me...maybe I'm having a bad day...and the first thing I should do is get on my knees and pray. And I've prayed and I've cried..prayed and cried some more. Knees darkening from constantly kneeling on the floor. It'll be ok though...it's just a bad day. But a great one would be perfect because I'd hate to go astray.