getting tired of living metaphor to metaphor

these tired cliches are wearing my nerves thin.

back on that empty road where i never invited anyone

one second my thoughts are clear; seconds pass and i'm lost again

but when that gauge hits empty

all bets are off, it's back to cliche

exasperation

lets me lie to everyone

can't be confined to where i am

but yet i know: what other choice is there?

it's not always about the end result of an escape attempt,

sometimes it's what they do with you once you're apprehended.

don't let my hands come untied.