The roadside,
a highways graveyard
for memory’s
and careless litter.
A million
white lines
blend into one
The road
goes on forever
When you're on
the last run.
I found
my yesterdays
on the road to tomorrow
Degraded, discarded ,
old and forgotten.
at night
I see you
in the shadows watching
your eyes burn at me,
I dare not stop!
A million
white lines
blend into one
The road
goes on forever
When you're on
the last run.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 5:22 AM UTC
The roadside,
a highways graveyard
for memory’s
and careless litter.
A million
white lines
blend into one
The road
goes on forever
When you're on
the last run.
I found
my yesterdays
on the road to tomorrow
Degraded, discarded ,
old and forgotten.
at night
I see you
in the shadows watching
your eyes burn at me,
I dare not stop!
A million
white lines
blend into one
The road
goes on forever
When you're on
the last run.
