A cloud of dust
Flies over the page at dusk
‘Nother car flying by
While I try to think
And grasp the concept of my life
With a pen in my hand
Picturing that first time
When the cloud of dust
Was all I left behind
Back with that first set of wheels
I drove off and never looked back
My life flew by so fast
Behind the wheel of life
Freedom felt so strong and great
Until it was ripped away by fate
Every good thing must end
What goes up comes down
Freedom starts with a car
And ends with a crash
Totaled heap of metal that sits abandoned
Out in an old junk yard
Still filled with so many memories
That the metal gives off a spark
Just a gleam of magic beauty
In an unlikely place
So much like here where I sit
In this cloud of dust…
Written & Copyrighted July 3, 2008
By Jeff W. Baily
Author notes
Just thinking and this is all that came out. I can't believe the 4th is tomorrow wow life really sucks, another depressing celebration of our once had freedom here that great men in history fought for and then came politicians with their dirty ways to amend away every thing they fought for. So we still continue to celebrate well every one but me that we have freedom we no longer have. I hate this holiday it's almost as bad as new year's. I know a bit conceded that last bit sounds, but hey girls act like that all the time and get away with it, so give me a break... Whenever a guy says something conceded everyone men and woman both are like oh he's just so full of himself, but it's so one sided like everything when it's a girl and I know guys are like it's ok cause she has reason to be. I think I am someone special because my views are not like most people I do not think I am anything special when it comes to my looks so ha I'm not really conceded anyway.
Please tell me what you think, but be considerate
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I liked the title ...where you are coming from..understand.. tying in to the poem and to the author notes..
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