With the window down,
Emotion pours onto the street.
It is displayed in two-part harmony.
A representation of who I am;
Something for all to hear.
There are those who disagree.
Despite the volume, the message isn’t meant for them.
It is the pain I feel.
The joy in my soul.
The lies I tell myself.
An ideal.
These songs are me.
A hum and a stretch of road,
Meant to signify the coming of life.
So much to experience with the windows down.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC
With the window down,
Emotion pours onto the street.
It is displayed in two-part harmony.
A representation of who I am;
Something for all to hear.
There are those who disagree.
Despite the volume, the message isn’t meant for them.
It is the pain I feel.
The joy in my soul.
The lies I tell myself.
An ideal.
These songs are me.
A hum and a stretch of road,
Meant to signify the coming of life.
So much to experience with the windows down.
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