The Visit
The Visit
I hear the humming of the road from under my feet
as I comfortably ajust my new leather seat.
Radio plays memories of songs gone by.
Tapping on the wheel to mr, blus skie's.
Everything feels just like it should.
trees float by fields in bloom and the sun
giving birth to rays of golden yellow heat as
the tapping of my fingers move to my feet.
Some day's everything seems right.
from the sound of the music to the
colour of the light.
As my mind wonders free from all that's in it
I'm inching my way to that hospital Visit.
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