Highway Lights

In the car alone at night driving home the highway lights strobing by windows rolled down, ice cold wind blowing bro and I don't really know where I'm going up in this lonely life there's so much I don't really know, it's like I'm floating in a boat and the tide is rolling by surely but slowly and I'm hoping my rowing will override but knowing this road of mine is road no one I know could drive, knowing it's mine and mine alone to wind down and cope with is cold at night and so it goes in my mind the coldness at war with hope that I hold inside that if I just refuse to let go and fight and keep going I'll both survive the coldness and grow to provide a whole new light for those that might behold as I hold the mic the goal in life to provide clarity, open eyes, and sew divides closed though is so freaking difficult when it feel like there's no one else fighting for it that I could roll beside, but (chorus) maybe we're water and this is all salt though it never happened it tears us apart, apart and I feel just like I'm going around in circles though cuz when I'll open my mouth flowing about what I'm coping with now I'll overlook how if I were to slow a bit down for a moment and soak it in I would notice hope in the drought cuz yeah a lot could be better, but even more could be worse horribly, first there's the fact that I've sort of emerged from the void of obscurity I was trapped in for almost seven years and the heaviest fears are the ones that no one ever hears and as heavy as what I'm carrying is at least I'm strong enough to carry it my response could've been to sink and when I think I could've crumpled in pain under the weight of every hateful blunder, mistake and regret I've hunkered up under and wonder what will my fate become and I ache for someone to relate I come to the same conclusion though that no matter how confusing, abusive, cold, or unusual this life can become, right, we're alive and life is beautiful so