my thinking is a highway i can't control
im a passenger with sepperat body and soul
scared of not knowing where my mind wil take me.
i used to enjoy the ride
that goes slow down the winding country road
taking up the wiev as we pass
now its only streeks of light
going past as fast as night
its hard pretending
when speeding on the higway
but it is not a coice
the need commes and you haf to pretend
overthinking it and hoping i wont offend
ever serching for the other car
hoping it will ride with us for a while
beautiful poem, your thoughts are like highway, beautiful comparison it takes you everywhere, well penned poem, thanks for sharing
An interesting poem with a good analogy.. Thanks for sharing..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The mind as a highway.. lovely analogy and well written.. thanks for sharing