Feb 2016
City streets go both ways.
Aggressive traffic
Sometimes, Empty Lanes.
One must not cross until a space forms along the space of the day.
One looks both ways not to just to stay safe, however, to see who's coming.
They stay alert, meet a new ride, and drive with new friends along distant travels and places.
Not every stop that's made will be bad nor shall it be good.
We **** the feelings of intuition , give a chanced called "Get to know the situation," and we return to our original path on life's highway.
Horns mark the way for it to remain clear as one drives on.
Sirens alarm drivers, around them, of a rushed need to be to help those in need.
A screech of tires, busted glass, a few misguided words, and the wrong thought about a moment's mishap can ruin the transport to friendship...love....family...even one's road's final destination.
we end up in the waiting room of the Roadway's Medical Center to catch our breath, heal, and to go on to some better destination and city.
We all have our favorite type of transport. Motorbike, Classic Muscle, Fancy British Luxury toys, and comfortable and meager wheels that are reliable and never let us down.
we determine the type of vehicle, that we like, just as we scout for those to fill our lives.
The moment brings them into our paths and the moment then defines where the trip shall go from there.
The longer you ride that certain way of transportation to the ending of the road-trip in your life, the more destinations and different forms of motorcade do you learn to associate with and enjoy travel with.
Now you've reached the next destination on the next stop in your way of life. You don't have to have a limit to those you ride along with , in life's car pool.Just chose the safe and enjoyable caravans and bus-lines in which to hop aboard. It is then when your hearts shall sing road songs that shall make your heart beat through your chest and the sharpness of a group to enjoy life wit, a sharp vision.A truer vision that cuts to your core like a sharp knife.
Aggressive traffic
Sometimes, Empty Lanes.
One must not cross until a space forms along the space of the day.
One looks both ways not to just to stay safe, however, to see who's coming.
They stay alert, meet a new ride, and drive with new friends along distant travels and places.
Not every stop that's made will be bad nor shall it be good.
We **** the feelings of intuition , give a chanced called "Get to know the situation," and we return to our original path on life's highway.
Horns mark the way for it to remain clear as one drives on.
Sirens alarm drivers, around them, of a rushed need to be to help those in need.
A screech of tires, busted glass, a few misguided words, and the wrong thought about a moment's mishap can ruin the transport to friendship...love....family...even one's road's final destination.
we end up in the waiting room of the Roadway's Medical Center to catch our breath, heal, and to go on to some better destination and city.
We all have our favorite type of transport. Motorbike, Classic Muscle, Fancy British Luxury toys, and comfortable and meager wheels that are reliable and never let us down.
we determine the type of vehicle, that we like, just as we scout for those to fill our lives.
The moment brings them into our paths and the moment then defines where the trip shall go from there.
The longer you ride that certain way of transportation to the ending of the road-trip in your life, the more destinations and different forms of motorcade do you learn to associate with and enjoy travel with.
Now you've reached the next destination on the next stop in your way of life. You don't have to have a limit to those you ride along with , in life's car pool.Just chose the safe and enjoyable caravans and bus-lines in which to hop aboard. It is then when your hearts shall sing road songs that shall make your heart beat through your chest and the sharpness of a group to enjoy life wit, a sharp vision.A truer vision that cuts to your core like a sharp knife.
