On the Road, Raindrops Tapping
He's on the road in his semi again
driving from two in the afternoon 'till ten
Raindrops rapping and tapping on his windshield
firmly belted in his seat and sealed
Off, he and his musings inside
as the wiper blades hum and they glide
A tuneless melody on his windshield --
to their hypnotic trance he does yield
********
Wake up sleepy head from your slumber
from the dense fog of 'drive-by-the-numbers'
Succumb not to sterile hypnosis
or to dreamless, futile neurosis
Rise up and answer life's clarion call
~ Time's too precious to miss out on it all
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