Monday, November 26, 2012

driving home

the long highway stretches out before me
a lonely song from a make-shift radio, the only voice in my head
if I close my eyes, would it all just go away?
would there be time for fear or pain, if I didn't know what was coming?
the quiet solitude of oblivion
so welcoming 

1 comment:

  1. Think comes even when we don't know about them, or don't expect them.

    Lovely rhythm ;-)