Trying to avoid the routes everyone else travels I take remote side roads and superfluous detours seeing sights unseen and grass that’s green until gravelly roads are met by tired tires breaking down in the middle of nowhere with nobody around to help I can see the freeway from here where cars flock together while getting to where they want to go.
To say less is more telling of how I feel. Oh, how life seems so loosely constructed. We never express ourselves honestly. One must infer meaning from shadows; we understate ourselves or even lie, in hopes that in this the truth can be understood.