I'm No Better.

I’m no better

Than those ridiculous white lines

All over the roads, passed, ignored, blinked

You can always pass them, never look back

I’m no better

See through, you can always get through

Not solid like the yellow lines,

Not forever like the road

Just ridiculous white lines, spread out across the world

Forgotten in the evening, after but a second has passed

Just little annoying dots in your field of vision

Nothing important

I’m no better

Close your windows, turn on the radio

The road is fading so

There’s no reason to pay attention to the past

To the white lines you left way back

I’m but a white line, white lines, all from long ago

I’m no better

Blink once and I’m missed

I’m no better

And the worst part is

You know it.

I don’t have any more words to explain this. A coma is a terrible thing and I hope I’ll never be able to understand it completely. In some ways, I fear a coma is worse than death. It’s the hope that makes it more unbearable. But you shouldn’t listen to me. I don’t really know.