It hits as an unclear realization
Sometimes when driving back home
In between heavy breaths
You caught yourself, alone
Brush off the dust from your arms
As you get up uncertain of how you fell down
Collecting thoughts, however, in a rippling blur
Silence has this distinct tone
As, once again, you caught yourself alone
But you’re on a recoil
Not in a defeatist’s retreat
This is not a recurring mistake
This is not a theme on repeat
No matter how beaten up then pushed downhill
Submitting to acceptance
Acceptance is that jagged pill
Placebo against the emptiness you fill
Choices are made,
Better if all of it, your own
Because life, for most parts, is a journey
We all take alone
The sooner that realization hits
The quicker the trip home
danDAman 