The Back Roads
Trouble seems to follow me, and
Happiness does elude
Each time I find myself city
Bound, dressed up like some dude.
Acting the part of what I ain't
Chokes me on my own bile .
Knowing that there's a better way -
Riding back roads awhile.
Oh, solitude is what I seek
As nature ebbs and flows.
Deep in the piney woods I hear
Silence to cure life's throes.
8-14-2018
For Savannah Brown's Contest No. 1
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