Highway.
Here I
am trundling down that old road again, on a road
again,
new day has just began.
Every
highway has a different story for each person
and a
day, it never stays the same.
Here we
are now, about to leave another town whose
people may
have been unkind, not that we would mind.
Wake up
in the morning and saddle up your horse, no
time to
hang around, our time is running out.
Kick on
and catch up with the rest, come sit on my left, I
might just
tell you what went on last night, why we’re
fleeing in
such fright.
On a
road again, like we’ve always done, the only way
we know
how to be is to is to keep away from anything that’s
not
real, like people in machines spreading poison
everywhere.
Merit
2018
I'm a 28-year-old free spirit,
living in England for last 11 years after leaving birth country Estonia at the
age of 17. After a few years of moving about and changing jobs i have now
settled in a small town in Wiltshire focusing on my poems. My influences are
quite varied, I enjoy classical literature and poetry but enjoy the most
writing my own words to some demo tapes or blues music found online. Most fond
of likes of Beefheart Zappa or Bolan unique artists of innovation.
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