The wheels are turning
Rubber burning,
The lines are blending into one
Night is slipping into the sun,
Been driving on the highway
All through the dark lost my way,
My GPS is broken
Fido has just awoken,
We're going nowhere
But I really don't care,
At least we're far
Tuned-up my car,
For the long trip
Shift **** in my grip;
Feel the engine rumble
Change the station static jumble;
Blaring I find the perfect song
It won't be long
Before I'll need to fill my tank
My lucky stars I've go to thank,
I'm heading down this trail
Looking for my holy grail,
Left behind a world of pretension
Seeking to blaze my own constellation,
As long as I've got with me my best friend
I'll never hit a dead end...
© okpoet
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 12:25 AM UTC
The wheels are turning
Rubber burning,
The lines are blending into one
Night is slipping into the sun,
Been driving on the highway
All through the dark lost my way,
My GPS is broken
Fido has just awoken,
We're going nowhere
But I really don't care,
At least we're far
Tuned-up my car,
For the long trip
Shift **** in my grip;
Feel the engine rumble
Change the station static jumble;
Blaring I find the perfect song
It won't be long
Before I'll need to fill my tank
My lucky stars I've go to thank,
I'm heading down this trail
Looking for my holy grail,
Left behind a world of pretension
Seeking to blaze my own constellation,
As long as I've got with me my best friend
I'll never hit a dead end...
© okpoet
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