Friday, May 18, 2012

Where is the Arm

That would hold me and keep 
The warm feeling from flight that I am 
Where I want to be and haven't left 
Or been running next to the car door, 
Locked and leaving?

I can't wait for the moments
When you are sitting back on leather seats
With new bands to hear and trees to see, 
Signs to places new, exciting, far, 
While I am watching the road, 
Making the turns, 
Knowing the way.

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