Relations. The Problem with them is that they're forwarded. Thus the Re before the lation.

Every car that passes is another let down. 

Is this why I run so far?

There is only so much distance 

I can put between myself.

My skin is heated by the 

High sun alone in space.

Traffic slugs along as

I wiz by. 

He says that I really have

Nothing to say and I can't

Quite find the correct place

To disprove his argument.

There is so little that someone

Else hasn't said before me.

But I can't quite stop myself

From whispering words that

Have been shouted with 

Bras blazing and groins hairy.

I don't quite see what's wrong

In being afraid of losing myself

To being a slave to an out-dated idea

Of Man being served by Wife.