Miles Poem by Serdar Gul

Sunflowers sway with the wind
As engine rumbles and roars to force
Some bumps on the road
Where heat blurs its foreseeable end
I let a smile shine through to all
Despising it or not,
From backseat, unbuckled belt and gazing eyes
No music is playing
Only the revs and tires' marriage with road
Round and round and round
Coming to his spouse after work
Gas station on the right
Selling shirts, written 'Escapade! '
We don't stop
We have no fuel worries for some reason
Troublesome but not my problem
'We' is complicated
I see none but me in
Nevertheless
We have many miles to go
We have many miles to go