The window fog is cold
I breathe a frosty scar
Mistaking the speedometer
As brilliant as the stars
The road we ride is humming
My forehead on the glass
Every bump is shaking
The landmarks that we pass
I smile; don't forget to think
This time goes much to fast
Enjoying trips from place to place
Just doesn't seem to last
Yet in a haze I slip away
And forget that I am dreaming
All the people working hard
Whiz by while I am sleeping
Sunday, June 1, 2008
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Mmm. this has the sting of lost youth, but it is written in such an oblivious way. I love it. "Frosty scar" was my favorite part. What an interesting way of putting that. Such good imagery. You definitely have a gift.
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