a Restless Unwind of the Mind

I can't drive

Any further than the destinations of my mind

And just like in reality do I find

I'm craving a meaning being alive

Unlike a computer's processing kind

More like escaping the trappings of the hive

And although death is just where you're at in the line

It's more so what to do with the time...

And maybe it is because I am blind

I'm smothered in lights to where I can't see the shine