My Destination
So many interstates have I endured
South of the Mason-Dixon
Where cotton fields and swamps and Jesus saves
Upon my eyes wind up fixing.
Towns feel so familiar,
Yet I've never taken their exit.
Cities equal more time spent
Escaping the ugly edifice.
As a child, dreams filled the ride
As we made off for our destination.
Now, familiar music tags along
As I criss-cross this great nation.
In forty years, we've come a long way.
The rebel yell begins to fade,
But my destination will remain
Southward where I'll be sipping tea in the shade.
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