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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Drive Through Life
[time] => 2004-03-15 15:08:45
[hometext] => I dunno really....just a description of life as seen as if I am driving.
[bodytext] => Through the windows of my car I see the present speeding far in rear view mirrors on each side visions of the past that will soon hide beyond my windshield spreads a tale the story of future things to hail miles and kilometres counted by numbers that clicks and needles that fly the dust and soil that caress upon spinning wheels that knows no rest fed on air and fueled by gas following signposts and lines upon maps on lengthy highways and local routes towards destinations and commutes tons of baggage in my trunk the essentials of passage and collected junk plumes of smoke will soon obscure the glances of past that once was here beams of light will illuminate the murky depths of future's state between meals under diner's eaves I reflect upon my lifetime at ease while filling up under station's roof where am I going still seeking proof on lonely drives in the heat of summer should I lend ride to any hitchhiker in the towns I see in many travels should I flirt with waitressess and farm bred girls sometimes troubling bugs would splatter soiling my windshield with insect matter animals are often on the road to wander hit by my wheels they flatten and shatter on bumpy roads and slippery streets I could break axles and crash into pits it is sometimes just as well to stop to call for help or tows to workshops in the monotony of the drive the silence of the sleep deprived I turn on the radio to hear the songs that gives comfort as I sing along upon the blacktop I am the king speeding fast like I have wings untill the cruiser its siren sound tickets and citations to me abound I wonder where and until when my drive through life would find its end but whatever fate my journey wields I will turn the ignition and take the wheels. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 216 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Baronhawk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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