Road Trip

by Salinity   Oct 5, 2006


On my way to find
a bluer pasture
with sprinklers telling of tomorrow
in a refreshing spray.

The treads will race in time
in personal rapture
would that be the escape from sorrows
this life couldn't betray.

A new doormat, Ikea fresh
a fresh carnival, reserved in advance
a predisposed adirectional
a supposed self proposal.

On a way to find
a truer rapture
with harbingers of a forgotten home
in blissful display.

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