On the Road
I’m sitting in a car,
watching people passing by,
and I’m thinking,
about everything.
How I make my own way,
through the cars, through the lights.
yellow, green or red,
I don’t care.
I live it simple,
simplest as I can,
boundaries,
what are they?
There’s no rule that applies to me,
nothing can stop me,
My spirit is free,
My soul is light,
everything that I do, is just,
sitting in a car.
Copyright © Mario Cc | Year Posted 2012
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