Where does this highway go?
It's been miles since I've seen anything I know
moving fast
moving slow
doesn't really matter, I'll get where I need to go
There's rivers and streams below
I'd like to jump in and swim with the undertow
it would feel so nice
to not have to feel
it would be alright
to not have to deal
with reality gripping me
as I grip the wheel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem