Though the gas tank stood at Empty,
I drove for many miles.
Though every sign said Last Exit,
I knew of printed lies.
Though I came to a Dead End,
I knew I should press on.
Though I had nowhere to go,
I felt I’d done no wrong.
Though I wanted money’s freedom,
I always worked for free.
Though I hoped for chests of treasure,
I always lost the keys.
Though I needed much attention,
I always ran and hid.
Though I clamored for affection,
I always lost the winning bid.
Though I knew you’d always love me,
even after we were through.
Though I knew I’d always miss you,
even if it seems untrue.
Though I knew we’d always have these,
memories of futures lost.
Though I know there’s no forevers,
I couldn’t pay the costs.
Jason Preu 
Love the title and the whole entire poem itself is so good and refreshing like always my friend.
What inspired you to write this incredible piece?
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Thanks for reading, man! Inspiration was, at essence, wanting to drive off a dead-end road and the implications that could have for more intangible life decisions.
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oh…wow! Are you okay though?
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oh, lord, yeah. rarely are these first-person poems “me”, per se – just a mask i’m wearing to develop a piece’s conceit or accentuate some thing or another. (thanks for asking 🙂 ).
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You welcome.
Say, I know what will make you smile and laugh your ass off. I just posted a new poem. The title and the whole concept poem behind it, will make you laugh. It’s weird and funny. Well, at least to me its funny. Go have a read. 🙂
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