Thoughts on the road

On the road

once again

through the towns known and unknown

to another pit stop

at the end of a never ending journey

passing red, green, blue, black cars

beacons on the path to something illuminating

or just machines with machines in them

the trees that relay the news of my arrival

stand still, dancing only for the wind

there are some who will be left behind

some who will get there before anyone else

but all must traverse, they must embrace

the tarmac and its tenacious friction.

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