August in Nothing ends

The air is thick here.
My head lights cut through it.
Feels like im running over dreams,
but its too early to indulge thoughts like that.

These are the things that come between
the minutes, hours and days that
I wish away in order to get
to something better.

something easier…

It comes slow and hard and
It’s never as good as you hoped.

It all just drifts away like a wish
that wasnt yours…

Then you wake up,
turn on the headlights
and start over.