Eleven Hours

eleven hours to think
hundreds of miles to contemplate
i tried to find what makes my heart beat on the freeway
all these open spaces laid out in strange places
have me wishing i could be more open minded sometimes
possibilities unrealized dot my recent past
life's epilogue is approaching me fast
when did i become so rigid?

i have her face in the front of my mind
her sweet voice praying to God for me all the time
my broken soul like a moth to the bug zapper
i want what burns me the most
i can't be her little irene anymore
i'm not good enough to honor her memory
when did i become so bitter?

eleven hours in the same car seat
i stare out the window lost in memories
the scenery flies by me unacknowledged
my internal turmoil doing damage
i wrap up tight in her message
the photos in my purse all i have left
she was confident God loved me too
when did i become so lost?