posted on Nov, 3 2015 @ 07:57 PM
Here is a little poem I wrote about an experience I had this past weekend. I hope you enjoy!
Deep in a dream and surrounded by mist.
Each with a theme that would soon be dismissed.
Our hands together; as one belting a chorus.
Beneath wheels turn with no destination for us.
The songs carry on becoming a blur
Ethanol giving our voices a slur
No eyes on the road, turning towards a sweet smile
With time's passage slowed, we drifted on for a mile.
Responsibility all but stripped away.
Two liberated souls had come out to play.
edit on Mon Nov 23 2015 by DontTreadOnMe because: fixed tag