It’s ten lanes wide with hundred foot high guardrails.
You can’t see around the bends or over the next hill.
It’s paved in places and rocky in others.
There are no exits.
It’s full of traffic when all we want is space.
It’s dark and abandoned when we long for the love and comfort of another.
It’s life
Let go of the wheel.
Tom
April 20th, 2008
this feels like it should be the first part of two. what happens when we let go of the wheel? I could also see this in conjunction with a series of photos that really bring out the imagery of your writing.
sweet deal dude. keep it coming < big smile>
Angel
April 21st, 2008
I love it.