isolation

i find myself on another late night drive
because ive found my mind doesn't crack until five
when my hopes begin to dive
and then the fruits of my mind begin to thrive
such an awful curse like the honey and the hive
for if i begin to dwell
my heart begins to swell
of course the fires cannot be quelled
whilst being trapped inside this hell
and no i have not been well
unlike i told you everything has been just fine around here.
so i drive and let my thoughts run loose
with darkness closing in on me like the noose
my only escape is the appearance of this sliver of moon
how it makes me wonder which of these roads leads to you
and how I'd do anything for you and your loved ones too
you see the problem with a fruitful mind
is that it's only ripe at a certain time
the rest it's un-bearing or its gone rotten and dead
but now as i think of my single sized bed
thoughts of rationality luckily i am being fed
i know you're asleep in your's that's fit for a king
not a worry right now, so don't worry in the morn
you can always trust i won't do any regrettable thing
i must be rid of the things and ideas i have worn