So once I knew I wasn’t innocent,
Driving through the city.
Night.
I cleared my head
made room for what I felt.
I knew it was the burning fire.
I drove along the streets I seen. I knew they were not innocent.
Cause everyone and everything had lived long as the miles I sped.
And in my heart I knew the fear but in my head I knew denial.
I could drive a Million miles a million miles a million miles.
The wind it blew against my skin my hair it whipped against my face and I could smell the scent of loss and in my mouth the bitter taste.
They hung a man so innocent they freed a man whose body shakes.
The children wept they felt the loss the mothers wept for their mistakes.
I could smell the scent of decadence. And I could hear the music play
and see the dance the shadows crept.
Whispers of remember when.
And they know they’re not innocent. They point their fingers.
Accusingly.
Blame is hung over their beds.
And they know they’re not innocent slip the noose over their heads.
And I could drive a million miles. A million miles. A million miles.
-M
mahani 