Down the roads of regret, redemption seems far away. All that you tried to tame has gone wild and astray. To begin tomorrow or to feel today, there’s no turning back. You’ve spent too many car rides thinking of what could come along, wishing for the worst. You find your thoughts cut off my a lashing whip of truth, scolding you. To keep growing your tree or to cut off the entire garden, you are left in the silence of your mind. All that you’ve given and was never returned, chunks of your broken heart; now the property of other souls.