Dead End

We sit in the car
it's in park
in the driveway
keys in the ignition.
"Where do you want to go?"
you ask again and again
and all I can say is "Away"
Where is there to go anyway?
Every direction is a cement wall
and we can slam into it
our heads smacking into airbags
metal of the car crunching
tires burning
horn screaming.
But what's the point?
It's always the same old story.