The Journey's We In Turn Will Share

Moving over the roads and mountains Driving on to the place of waiting Cars and lanes and worded games As we sit still the doors are locked. I learn to slow my body's clock My heart has dropped My thoughts amok I'm in the place I'm often not I feel my feet in silent knots Internal workings start to f No snacks to eat or things to play But time to think alot...alot And soon we make it there alive Our space replaced, with fresher air Our minds released and emptied bare From journey's we in turn will share