Friday, February 6, 2015

I know why the road makes me feel free

I know why the road with the little yellow lines makes me feel free
I know the late night drives help me breath.
I don't know why,
sunsets in the fields near by leave me with a strange feeling.
Nostalgia, I think is what I feel
Reminding me of all the drives,
lulling me to sleep.
I dream of tomorrows, with promising skies
tomorrows taking me away
taking me to a new day.
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  1. Hayley FraserFebruary 19, 2015 at 8:58 AM

    I find myself getting lost more in the nostalgia you mention rather than the "dream of tomorrows."

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  2. UnknownFebruary 20, 2015 at 12:31 PM

    I love this poem! It describes the intrigue and fear of the future so well. The road makes me feel free as well, taking me somewhere other than here, something new. I hope your tomorrows are as happy as you wish them to be.

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