#villages
Air in my lungs 'til the road begins
As the last of the bugs leave their homes again
And I'm splittin' the road down the middle
For a minute, the world seemed so simple
Feel the rush of my blood, I'm seventeen again
I am not scared of death, I've got dreams again
It's just me and the curve of the valley
And there is meanin' on earth, I am happy
Passed Alger Brook Road, I'm over the bridge
A minute from home, but I feel so far from it
The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin
It's all washin' over me, I am angry again
The things that I lost here, the people I knew
They got me surrounded for a mile or two
The car's in reverse, I'm grippin' the wheel
I'm back between villages, and everything's still
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 6:20 AM UTC
With the serene calmness
of passing through
the lush green fields,
and old quiet cottages,
my heart wanders back in time
when mind was light
and pockets lighter,
joy of just being at a place,
made me glow brighter.
As the train rushes
damp villages glide by,
I wont recall the cottage
nor the pond or the tree
but I will soak in the view
filled with slow tranquility.
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 5:10 AM UTC
Cities put their faith
in citizens, villages --
put their faith in god.
Apr 5, 2024
Apr 5, 2024 at 3:53 AM UTC