the road stretches before me
I can see the mountains in the distance
I’m still in the desert, but I know where I am
Before, I was trapped in by-ways
between hills
that rolled and thundered and killed
there were so many twisting roads and dead ends
People come to an end and die
They don’t believe in the open road
the big sky
I’m here now. I’ve been driving for
what seems like
forever
following somebody else’s advice
and then, throwing it out!
Now,
it’s dead reckoning
just my guts
connected to the earth
like dust
blowing in a whirlwind.
I’m opening it up
the road is like a runway
I can hear my engine burning
Exhaust, without being exhausted
I have wings
I’m an angel
a bird
a rocket
a high-speed plane.
Nobody can tell me what I am
if I Go
if I don’t slow
down
like a bullet
finding its mark.
I’ve been lost, finding my winding way to nowhere
Now,
I’m found.
I said,
“I’m just going to do what feels right.”
I’m in flight,
like a fighter plane
preparing to drop a bomb
Breaking Right
Looking at Lois Lane, on the ground
We can’t be together
I’ve spent
too much time
going in circles
Now, it’s a straight line
between points A and B.
Loving this, Andrew! Really nice reading on a lazy Sunday. 🌟
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Lazy Sundays are the best, Nancy!
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Yep! Thank goodness they roll around every week – not like Thanksgiving where you have to wait a whole year and then it’s over in a day!
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