Driving on the road,
140,
but don't worry,
Not out the ordinary
Just on a cruise,
While I got my winter blues
Passing seasons,
Call to reason.
Fall to winter
Spring to summer.
Fade away,
Like a glimmer.
It's just a trip,
Something you shall not strip
Beauty in it's essence,
Freshness is the incense
It might be the same route,
day by day.
Yet always looks different,
No matter what you say.
That's the difference,
The side effect.
Changes often,
You only see the defects
Live in the present
Take it for what it is,
Give it freely,
Without having to feel what really is.
At the end,
Or so you thought.
It all comes crashing,
Unless you fought.
You're still here and alive,
This is the work of The Sublime
This is where you come to line
This is where you're meant to shine
It's where you come to question,
All the things you should have to listen
The things that really matter,
The small joys in life,
That are in plain sight