old drive home



it's nights like these i wonder,
why i'm really here,

i feel my life is plundered,
replacing lies with beer.

time will never tell me,
what i need to understand,

it only goes to show me,
that nothing goes as planned.

in life we never notice,
the things that mean the most,

the only thing i have to hold,
are the enemies that i boast.




i wrote this along time ago and just found it.