Racing against time
Will I make it there?
Zipping past fields that
turn a tinge too yellow
Heading west on this motorway
to see the sun go down.
This world is turning too golden,
reminds me of things forgotten
while I stayed home, being
what all expect me to be.
It is only here
With the wind against my feet,
that life has been so raw -
and so true.
Will I make it there?
It doesn’t really matter.
Riding north on this motorway,
The sunset casts shadows on the highway
In this gold and black fusion – I wonder,
What will the next town bring?
Its easy to get what I need, and move on -
Or will this remind me of past mistakes?
Is that what I am running from?
Or really, is there something I’m running to?
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April 9, 2010 at 12:00 pm
“A good snapshot stops a moment form running away!!!”
Who’ll tell me “All yer suffering’s behind”?
Sumone may say those words; but re they true?
Can the sun shine down on me evry day?
Is thr no conflict I must muddle through?
Is thr no hidden tax that I must pay?
There’s no place I can run that has no pain.
The dread unknwn is worse than what I know.
I look with sadness at my sundered chain
And wonder if ‘I dare to let it go.