Keep Up The Pretense

Drive away, don't look back, 

There's nothing left to see

Tire tracks soon fade, 

This feeling's temporary.

What's in the rear view mirror 

Is better where it's at

No one even questions 

Our conclusions about that.

Grit your teeth, don't let it out, 

It's not worth the words

Roll the windows up so tight 

Nothing can be heard.

Pound the wheel, pound the dash, 

Now you're out of sight 

No one's here to see you, 

The day's fading into night.

Keep on driving, the road is long, 

You're not at it's end

Just like every other day, 

Keep up the pretense.

November 2016