Driver MAG

November 20, 2009
By blorg13 BRONZE, Bangor, Maine
blorg13 BRONZE, Bangor, Maine
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Cruising down I-95
Heading for some far-off destination
That is not yet known
Even to driver
Clutching the wheel like a life-saver
A pack of CDs in the passenger seat
Because the AM is dead and the FM is dying

Sun-soaked strips
And rain-drenched ways
Lead on to coastal roads
And winding dirt paths
The gas tank may be close to empty
But driver is not

Time is the farthest thing away
And driver is not getting any closer
To his unknown destination
But there is no map
Only an internal compass
That is probably busted



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on Oct. 27 2011 at 4:49 pm
Lady-Milano BRONZE, Richardsbay, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"When ever someone says life is so hard I'm tempted to ask,compared to what?"

wow. stunning poem,i loved it,really.

Lexie96 GOLD said...
on Oct. 27 2011 at 6:04 am
Lexie96 GOLD, Havana, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
Now Cinderella don't you go to sleep, it's such a bitter form of refuge, oh don't you know the kingdom's under siege, and everbody needs you. - The Killers

I like it, it really catches the essence of driving. Check my work out sometime?


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