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.
No faith there is the friends among.
But I drive on. The city light
explains to me to do is right.
I seek responsibility.
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Recently, I had an encounter with Satan. I am not particularly fond of such encounters. But I drive on.
This poem is published on my site "The poetry of Vaccinius" | here |.
I have put a link to this post on the blog hop of "The Weekend Brew" | here |.