highway
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I was always a man on move, a man on run, a man on Highway
Maybe, that is my destiny, my karma, my go to place, my secret conclave
Highways keep on surprising me as magic unfolds every second
Flying down the South-East highway,Saw some blue eyes facing my way.Push my foot down lower, lower,But my car seems to go slower.To catch those blue eyes is my goal,Yet to do so will take a toll.
City Lights, Valley low
Watching through all the snow
From this highway where I stand
Twinching fingers, aprehensive hand
City Lights, how you glow
Twinkling dots put on a show
Bullies
Drive people away.
Give them a ride home
And drop them off at a dead
End.
Disregard stop signs.
Pass on a double-yellow
And don't stop when they say
"When."
needle's talking ninety,
meter shaking from the volume,
windows pulse and this beat--
strands whip over my eyes,
windows low and this breeze.
As I speed down the interstate
the only thing I see is headlights and tailights
for miles.
Driving is a passion
that keeps me sane, helps me escape,
makes me smile.
Speeding along,
