dry eyes

rolling down the window, it's a quarter after ten.
been driving since the horizon rose to forget where i began.
trying to raise my thoughts higher than myself,
being humbled by my disgrace in ideas long on the shelf.
my words and works planted deep in the ground,
but since then, have yet to be found.
dry eyes and less calloused hands, the miles i travel for friends
means nothing compared to the distance that's grown in between us in the end.
i exalt myself day to day, to reinforce my pride;
a marriage that's lasted through the years, where the groom ignores the bride.
and on nights like this, when it's dark, i am less visable than before.
it's likely i will ignore your presence at least one time more.
i've flicked off the lights for seconds at a time
and think of how life is missing for the chosen blind.
and with hours gone, nothing and everything has changed.
i'm home, i'm alive and living for You, yet i am estranged.