Interstate Four
This highway has connected so many puzzles in my life.
Family, friends, enemies, school, foriegn cities.
Always a strange meaning in the seemingly never-ending road.
Memories of two people who made me forget reason and to live life at its fullest.
Memories of long, thoughtful rides with family and music of the coolest.
This highway reveals all the eclectic things.
You can pass cities, nobody towns, bright light, beaches.
This highway allows speed and adrenaline runs through our veins.
But it can become slower than a sloth when pours the rain.
But it never fails to entice me; not a memory of pain.
This highway those two people rushed me to work with time to spare
Like a drug, driving is to my friend; yet, even altered, he does it with total care.
Every time, a driver takes me on it I find in me an odd euphoria so rare.
This highway has always amazed me; I'll take in the sights, and I ponder and
ponder.
I remember the happy days, the social bliss; the sad days, that left me somber.
It doesn't matter where we're going today.
But just stay on I4 and you'll make my day.
Put on your seatbelts, drive, talk, never a bore.
Go down the never-ending highway that is Interstate Four.
Copyright © Jordan Adorno | Year Posted 2007
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