The Hitchhiker

I often find myself stranded, 

in a vast, expansive and desolate lands, 

all around me suddenly blooms despair, 

around me sprouts kaleidoscopic hopelessness 

I am all alone, blissfully lost in the murmurs,

that urge me take a plunge into the shallow 

pool of poor decisions  

and during these moments, I suddenly transform 

into a person they wouldn't ever recognize, 

I, too, don't recognise myself 

I am suddenly a hitchhiker

seeking lands reeking ominous thrills

where I'd revel under the ever secretive veil 

of anonymity 

I am a hitchhiker guided by consciousness alien to me 

I am thumbing up potential serial killers, 

out and about seeking cheap thrills, 

seeking objects to fulfill their sick 

and twisted obsessions 

In these desolate lands, 

I am also seeking cheap thrills, 

in an attempt to merge with nothingness 

and live invisibly in a world that has ever 

demanded unattainable perfection