Shaking Hands

Speeding down the freeway at midnight
No one else on the road
My hands are shaking
and I don't know why

I don't know
why I keep doing the things I do
why I keep writing and wanting
why I go for days at a time
without thinking of anything
at all

I don't know
why things look so much better from far away
or why the tiniest imperfections make some things
truly beautiful

I don't know
how you could possibly feel alone
with so many goddamned people
or why I do anyway

So, so much that I don't know
and in the midst of every nagging question
the heaviest weight
the greatest gravity
the one thing

Speeding down the freeway at midnight
No one else on the road
My hands are shaking
You are behind me
and I don't know why
I am driving
in the
opposite direction