Sometimes a Song

Sometimes a song

Hits you in a way

You don't expect

It says everything you

Want to say

But haven't had

The words to express

And the music sounds

So much like your own thoughts

You wonder if somehow

It wasn't written for you

It's the type of song

That makes you sit

In the driver's seat of your car

Not moving

Until it's over

"Don't keep on driving, let me say something

There's nothing wrong with a little space

But not right now, don't leave"

Writing Unbound