Outside the car

Inside the water

I see a ladder to nowhere.

If I could climb it,

do you think I could find

Where nowhere truly is?

Could I curl up in nowhere

And rest at last

Away from those who hurt me?

Does nowhere have an edge,

A circumference where it ends,

And could I truly find its middle?

I would love to just enjoy myself

Living there with my thoughts.

Maybe I could finally untangle them

Weed out the bad ones and make them good?

“Stop touching the glass, it’ll get dirty.”

My thoughts interrupted as mom keeps driving

We got a green light…