headlights in my eyes
I hope I can catch an economy flight
Far away enough, to be out of your
endless line of sight, I think you’re
catching onto my fear of life
I walk alone at night
Through an endless sea of
bright, heavy machines
working through ugly machinations
in the one way they know how
I can’t sleep at my bedtime
It’s pitch black in here
But your headlights are still
in my eyes, gently oscillating
between something terrifying
and something beautiful
maybe i love it here
maybe it’ll all be fine