By Allie Marie
My head is faster than my heart;
my heart is quicker than my mind.
I’m out of focus with stretched limits
as I read the signs as I run out of time.
If the only burden is regret, we all wear it.
Still, we like to share.
I’m driving somewhere, but no where.
I can talk to radio and go on and on.
I’m my own rambling mess
on a shared street to success.