The Trip
On the road i sit and drive
Dim red tail lights, behind tired eyes
The road creeps on, stare at the sky
Lights distant wait for purpose to arrive
The night is brisk, I sit alone
Going.
Toward what? No one knows
Give me cheer, an end must be near
The trip is never appreciated until after you get there.
Copyright © Keith Baker | Year Posted 2011
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