Escape
Get me gone, get me golden
In a car, shrieking two emotions mixed as one;
Relief and excitement.
In a car, reaching high speeds,
Higher than permitted.
Permission sunk like a ship
Or rather dried up-
Like a raisin in the sun
But not my dreams.
Those are still green grapes.
Or maybe they’re red.
Color aside – they’re cold and they’re free.
Copyright © Mackane Vogel | Year Posted 2016
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