Flavor

Trains of cars With the same destination Traffic lights forming Layered constellations Sweet orange wine Pooled in the parking lot Chivalry alive Despite proof it's not I still look for the good A glimmer of hope, a light in the woods If I don't then whats left? If I don't then whats next? If I can't get out of my head Will life lose all of the flavor it had Always holding out for something more And that always scared me to the core Keep thinking I will tie the score A special kind of internal war Painted stars Across blank canvases Red for mars Pages in an atlas Sweet memories Buried near the surface If I could only reach Maybe i could find the purpose I still look for the good A glimmer of hope A light in the woods If I don't then whats left? If I don't then whats next? If I can't get out of my head Will life lose all of the flavor it had Always holding out for something more And that always scared me to the core Keep thinking I will tie the score A special kind of internal war