Are the city lights so saddening
as they pass us by again?
The car drives all night;
the road is smooth, wind comforting.
There's nowhere else better
than this right here,
as long as we can get there.
Reaching out of darkness,
is it odd I find your hand?
Escaping to another world
distant, wondrous, so unknown;
count the days that fly,
we can't pass all this by.
Could it be part of this new life?
Are we wasting our time?
We'll never know where we'll come,
where we'll end up at the end.
But at least, I'm sure,
we won't be alone.
You and I, the world ahead;
troubles come, but in your arms
there's nothing I could dread.
Suggestions are welcome from open minds
Comments
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Another write. I loved how the imagery began with something physcial and you moved on to focus upon the emotional. There's only one tiny thing, in the second last stanza you're written
Our we wasting our time?
I think that's supposed to be are.
The flow is smooth and the emotions strong. Another awesome thing was how you held the image of light in the first paragraph but in the second you quickly swapped to that of darkness.
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