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Midnight on I 80 passing by Truckee heading East towards the lights of old Reno. The snow starts blowing around Floristan, Sierra Nevada winter following me all the way down. I'm looking for a big truck to get behind. Riding on the crying road every Sunday night. Wondering if I am creating gratitude or regrets for my future self's past. What am I doing? I left you on a January night chasing love in a blue moon light. Stuck between desire and staying home. I don't know what's true what's true with me what's true with you. I'm stuck behind this wheel snowy anxiety ringing on through, what am I doing? what are you doing? Creating gratitude or regrets for your future self. Will the adjustment bureau come on through? Or will I like you make it all up as I go along with the window steaming up, Art Bell on the radio Coast to Coast the sounds of ghosts. Will I hate myself for being my self or look back with eyes sparkling with gratitude and the wonder of who I was I doubt it, don't you? Now as I write this poem with my life together and asunder will I look back with gratitude or regret? As I hit Fourth Street the clouds have parted stars are shining through, I'm no longer crying the crying road is done. I still do not know what I have begun.
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
Gratitude or Regrets
Midnight on I 80 passing by Truckee heading East towards the lights of old Reno. The snow starts blowing around Floristan, Sierra Nevada winter following me all the way down. I'm looking for a big truck to get behind. Riding on the crying road every Sunday night. Wondering if I am creating gratitude or regrets for my future self's past. What am I doing? I left you on a January night chasing love in a blue moon light. Stuck between desire and staying home. I don't know what's true what's true with me what's true with you. I'm stuck behind this wheel snowy anxiety ringing on through, what am I doing? what are you doing? Creating gratitude or regrets for your future self. Will the adjustment bureau come on through? Or will I like you make it all up as I go along with the window steaming up, Art Bell on the radio Coast to Coast the sounds of ghosts. Will I hate myself for being my self or look back with eyes sparkling with gratitude and the wonder of who I was I doubt it, don't you? Now as I write this poem with my life together and asunder will I look back with gratitude or regret? As I hit Fourth Street the clouds have parted stars are shining through, I'm no longer crying the crying road is done. I still do not know what I have begun.
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
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