something cliché

sudden stripes of realism in a world of idealism
race across my mind like a line
from an indie film
and this is the soundtrack to my day (or are they nightmares?)
i miss it again and i wish i could stay
gleaming chrome in the bathroom sink
or the bleached sky on a winter day,
crossing the bridge to somewhere
i dont care
as long as im going away.
away from here.
this place i made
i meant to stay
but you pushed me too far
today
i wont look back again
but then again
you never did?
i'll never say
forever again.