valo7333
Bluelighter
SPIRIT OF THE HIGHWAY
voyager of the known countryside
i am well accustomed to hot asphalt
sunday afternoon has come around
again and i am on the road
breeze flies through my hair and spirals
around and away from the truck i sit in
solitude and introspective analysis
my only friends that comfort me
i left home so long ago, but where is home?
is being home really just the point you
reach when you decide that you do not
want to pursue your dream?
my home is nowhere
every mile i drive, i travel further away from
my suspected home, and one mile closer
to my destiny.
voyager of the known countryside
i am well accustomed to hot asphalt
sunday afternoon has come around
again and i am on the road
breeze flies through my hair and spirals
around and away from the truck i sit in
solitude and introspective analysis
my only friends that comfort me
i left home so long ago, but where is home?
is being home really just the point you
reach when you decide that you do not
want to pursue your dream?
my home is nowhere
every mile i drive, i travel further away from
my suspected home, and one mile closer
to my destiny.
