Road Trip (2005) Poem by Patrick Wescott
Road Trip (2005)
I sat and played connect the dots
etching out the map of life.
Where do I get on this trip?
Do I have enough fuel to go?
Highways of boredom circling.
citystreets full of testing.
Back alleys of lust and passion,
perhaps country roads of adventure.
I cant see any stop signs.
Do we just keep driving?
Oh theres one up ahead,
just barely out of vision.
Lets go the other way
and see what it brings
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