THE ROAD
it all seems familiar
but strange at some point
the road
a ride i know
a walk not known
you'll never know
not untill you've been there
but how do we get there
when in a sudden
you feel you've been there
just to note
it's a new place all the way
the strange feel of a lonely ride
the travel
the tour
maybe a visit
something that'll explain it all
maybe a time travel
something to tell how it all started
maybe a city tour
something to show as proof
maybe a better evidence
something to hold onto for the road...
This poem is about:
Our world