The Highway
The Highway
Stranded along the road
That never turns
And runs endlessly
To Mundane's abode.
Stranded with baggage
Resting on top
And on the inside;
Lots of it.
Too cautious to turn
I travelled endlessly
Headed on treaded paths
Bye-passing temptation.
Too wary to trust
I walked alone
Epitome of courage
Cloaking exhaustion.
And here I am
Stranded on this highway
Gazing into the windows
Of fancy cars and trucks
Looking for you
Ready to take a chance
For once with you
Won't you come to me now?
Why don't you....
Pallavi Khera
March 18,2010
12.30 a.m.
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