The rugged mountain slopes so close to home,
Always coming back to the same old views in my head,
And I hate it because it's all so close to lingering right here at home,
Stuck in the back seat, but I'd be okay with center council,
And the radio I don't care blarring between the straight lines,
Wondering how far I gotta drive to find my home that lingers,
Fingertips away,
I know I'll love it,
Muscles tense,
I'm working on buying my own keys,
I know I'll die of heart attack,
Keeping myself stressed out,
Hoping I keep it going past,
The first leap out the door,
Because I know I can take off and run it,
But if only I wasn't nervously hiding behind the door.
-Joshua Banks JJAJ
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When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
