I'll let you in on a little secret.
I don't always control where my pen goes,
rarely know the destination
it is guiding to.
I just sit, a backseat driver,
telling it to slow down,
keep its eyes on the road.
I'll sometimes point out bumps ahead
and suggest some detours instead,
but mostly I'll be singing along
with the songs in my head.
I will sometimes plant a bulb
to brighten the road,
carry the baggage to lighten the load,
but I know not where the journey leads.
I just sit watching the city
become a forest of fallen leaves.
I'll provide the snacks
that keep our energy topped up,
unless my adhd attacks
and the clouds
become my only focus.
I will read the map,
all squiggly lines,
forming roadway
monsters in my mind,
as we pass through
quaintly pretty towns.
I'm transfixed,
by the beauty that exists betwixt
our man-made structures
and the golden light
casting shadows over
the sublime countryside.
The way time stands still,
a scarecrow in a wheat field.
The birds upon his shoulders
singing a melody.
Out destinations
are not that important,
the journey is what really
heightens the enjoyment.
The moments along the way,
the glanced looks, the smiles
that wave and say hi,
the beauty the lines every step
of our journey.
The songs that play a soundtrack
to make the flowers sway.
This is where the love is, where life sits,
where poetry flows like riverways.
Wherever we end up,
we've had the time of our life
reaching our destiny.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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