manofsteel73
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Hand on the steering wheel,
the mind's on many things, like ways
to elude people and emotions,
how they follow swiftly,
I fuel their pursuit when I accelerate.
Eyes on the rear-view, there is nothing
but a tail-light glow, the past
I leave propels me to a destiny.
A little smile on my face,
the hands are steady and dry
and no aching bones.
Now I enter sovereignty, thoughts on the planet,
a world view, a whole new light,
daring to dream of brighter days.
Thinking back on olden days of gray,
non-existent blue in the skies, I see a ray.
The tangible ray of hope that one envisions
by lighting a candle
in the cellar, in the pit of loneliness,
coming to light, to rise.
The hand on the wheel
no longer clenches, it is lax and
the mind wanders away in the mist
of the cloudburst rain.
The eyes look away from where I've been
in my life, they see a hope
displayed in the heavens, a star falls
for me to wish on and I close my eyes.
The wish is impossible, yet it is tangible.
Now I see the flashing of red and blue
in the rear-view, knowing it's for me,
the lights follow swiftly,
because I'm thinking of you I feel no fear
or shame as I sit patiently,
the fuchsia is bright all around,
like a nuclear flash that lingers
but, it is of no consequence.
Hand on the steering wheel,
the mind's on one thing.
scam to you.
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