Wandering

Where is the road without brake lights?

The red and white ribbons

unravel before me.

A steady rhythm of stop and

go, greets me.

 

This is not what I wanted.

Where is the road without brake lights?

The one that offers freedom;

where I can let the wind

and the tinny notes of the radio

weave through my hair.

 

Where is the road that shows me an empty black top

instead of lines of painted boxes?

I have this urge to wander aimlessly,

take a left here, follow straight

through.

 

Can I get to a speed that leaves my head

behind and I don’t seem to mind that

I’m wasting time?

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