Power Drive Poem by Ivan Brooks Sr

The streets are quiet and normal this hour
My restless soul craves a long drive alone
This is a solo drive of knowledge and power
I pray on this drive to avoid memory lane.

Maybe it's all just a waste of precious time
The era called yesterday wasn't always bright
Which is why I see clearly today just as fine
More then enough more like a very bright light.

The streets will be just quiet when I do arrive
I reckon it's peaceful and special at the moment
Taking with me old stories from my power drive
A solemn drive down memory lane without a comment

Maybe it wasn't a waste of precious time at all
Yesterday really did have some very brighter days
Occasionally I did stumbled, break down and fall
which is why I have grown in so many many ways.