This is my exit,
This is where I get off.
It’s been a great drive,
though the going’s been tough.
Life in the Garden State
take your breathe away,
Driving you South
on that old Parkway
I seen some sights
That’ve made me think
and done some things
that make my heart sink.
Now my blinkers on
and I’m changing lanes
It’s time to go on
and head North for a change.
This goddam New Yorker
better get out my way,
Or else I’m going
South to stay.
It’s too late now,
the trap has already been sprung,
The curtains are closing on me
but I’m still so young…
Original Poetry 
July 18th, 2014 at 10:05 pm
Im on the fence of interpreting this poem as a poem of death, or a poem about making a very important life decision. Seeing “and done some things, that make my heart sink”, really makes me think that somehow the poet has created a scene where he has done something horrible (murder, burglary) and has come to regret it immensely. This poor decision eventually leads to self destruction at the end, while having a tingle of regret, saying “but I’m still so young…”. I may not interpret this the way you intended it to be, so please give me some feedback. Great work overall, very nice poem
July 19th, 2014 at 12:17 am
I guess what I meant with this poem is that my life was heading south, and I can see the exit, a way to turn it around, and if I miss that exit, it’s all kind of over you know? Mistakes were made but there’s that one shot, the exit to get onto parkway North, and I’d better not let anybody get in my way lest I miss that chance. Hey thanks for reading and taking the time to think about this, it means a lot