The road

March 21, 2017


endless and vast

miles and miles have past


transported in streams 

Thoughts of limits are never there 

or so it seems


direction is meaningless 

forever going forward 

never back 

headlights cutting through the black 

pain like letters at home stacks 

we're running from something 

though we claim that it's nothing 

we wonder lost

tired depressed

from all the memories repressed 

we wonder the roads 

endless and vast 

miles and miles we hope have passed

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