CARS

Story By: Rula De

Illustration by: Jaiden McCrann

You know those idiots That stayed in their small towns While we all moved away; the ones That stayed home and we said They’d be going nowhere

Do you think those idiots are happier Than us Do you think they’ve found their people, found a group to grow with Do you think the bonds we make will really last because

Lately I’ve been thinking about the years between 30 and 50And how lonely they have the ability to be

I can build a safety net of money But I don’t know if I’ll be happy I wish I could guarantee myself A lover and a child To hold when I have nothing left

Do you think they’d be okayKnowing they were my backups

But lovers leave and children die And life’s just a game of uncertainty, I suppose If I give each version of myself The responsibility of being happy in the now Then maybe the nows could add up to forever

I wish I could create a surplus of happyBottle it up

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And save it for laterJust like I do with everything elseBut there are no guarantees in this I guess

No way to know for sure where I’m goingSo why do we live onI mean, do we have a choice?

I suppose death’s always an option But it seems silly to reduce Every possible timeline that could occur To one I could do so many things; there’s so many Branching possibilities It is scary to eliminate any because I don’t know which one I’d want

But I guess ultimately that’sThe only way to take control

The only way to know how the story ends is to end it yourselfBut is that power worth it? Is a car in the midst of a journeyExpected to crash because you don’t know where it will go

But back to the idiots I think they’re happy And I envy what they have But I suppose I couldn’t wish it On myself.

Midnight Oil

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