Road Trip Home

It’s a safe trip from A to B
I drive effortlessly toward a destination I can almost see
But what if I want to turn around
I want to spin towards your sound
The only familiar feeling, frozen in its originality, stuck to my soul
It ignites at your very, scent, your very thought, as I roll your direction
I have always heard that the destination is never as fun as the trip alone
I learn, as the saying has always gone
there is no place like home
Saturday, September 17, 2011
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