| #poem | -
I travel on a main road track
which certainly will take me back
to social worth and self-esteem.
And of authority I dream.
The views I get when driving on
this road which is so made and done
are funny. People are so scared.
Today I powerful appeared.
Where I have been, there are no stops.
In that place, there are only tops.
I wonder if I will belong.
There is so little faith among.
No faith there is the friends among.
But on I drive. But I drive on. The city light
explains to me to do is right.
I seek responsibility.
[Corrected June the 26th 2014 at 07:23.]
This poem is an answer to a prompt on dVerse today, where we are asked to write a poem about the thing to drive.
I have put a link to this post on the blog hop of "dVerse" | here |.