mmm
today
my mind is
a girl sitting in a subway car
watching the lights
rush-race past
I'm not
entirely here at the moment
I'm traveling at night
just goin' through Peoria
smiling to myself
at those weird structures
and the lights on the bridge
I love to drive
and I love the night
together they put me at peace
I'm not actually
sitting hunched over
at this lunch table
I'm the shadow without a name
traveling along the gravel roads
at a slow slow pace
finding the old graves he used to talk about
I am not
sitting here, motionless
I am far away
with memories only of this place
and none of where I'm from
Author notes
obviously, i'm wanting my real home
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I hope you get there someday.
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mmm...real home. yes.
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wheres that dearest:?
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