meaningful in its meaningless:
windows rolled down
nightair canopied outstretched
fingers
memorized streets flushed with
the transience of our
itching notions
we spoke of the seemingly surreal future
getting out of this red, square place
and slipping into a big city blissfully
unnoticed
words became arbitrary
as we pulled into the driveway
kicked back our seats
cried defiantly
the pending beauty
the potential tragedy
the growth spurt still
quivering in muscle spasms
Clarity:
the world holds more for us
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 7:35 PM UTC
meaningful in its meaningless:
windows rolled down
nightair canopied outstretched
fingers
memorized streets flushed with
the transience of our
itching notions
we spoke of the seemingly surreal future
getting out of this red, square place
and slipping into a big city blissfully
unnoticed
words became arbitrary
as we pulled into the driveway
kicked back our seats
cried defiantly
the pending beauty
the potential tragedy
the growth spurt still
quivering in muscle spasms
Clarity:
the world holds more for us
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