Driving south
At changing speeds
Sometimes the road
Meets my needs
I feel I’m doing all I can
I do see a light
I’m trying to turn
I have responsibilities
For which I fight
I’m meeting a guy called Mike
I’m trying to make things right
Driving south
Is hurting me
I hope trying to turn
Will make me see
That there is a road
To happiness and peace
I have to believe
Because this is killing me
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Author:
Brimelow (
Offline) - Published: August 3rd, 2025 18:39
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Comments2
I hear the urgency in this write and the metaphor makes it uncertain. The wording is even more uncertain as is the ending. Very well done
A sense of urgency in trying to do the right thing and find the right road, nicely expressed and written
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