Thursday, March 30, 2017

Window Poem

Road coming and going, yellow lines fly under me
trees become larger, while buildings fade
cars passing by on my left and the sky
sets on the right
I'm looking for answers and i need a place to think, I want to keep driving
sometimes there is a destination
most of the time there isn't
sun so bright i can barely see, music blaring, i continue to drive

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