I'm cruising down the highway,
connecting two points with the shortest
possible distance.
It's a juxtaposition of events next -
Journey's Don't Stop Believing pops up
on my iPod and I crank the volume.
It's the blaring over the mini-van's speakers
and the dawn just about to happen -
a red rim forming over the treeline.
I crest the hill and for a moment
I'm convinced I only need to pull back
on the steering wheel
and my little van and I
will begin to lift off.
If this were to happen,
I would bank left
into the rising sun,
headed toward new beginnings
and possibilities.
connecting two points with the shortest
possible distance.
It's a juxtaposition of events next -
Journey's Don't Stop Believing pops up
on my iPod and I crank the volume.
It's the blaring over the mini-van's speakers
and the dawn just about to happen -
a red rim forming over the treeline.
I crest the hill and for a moment
I'm convinced I only need to pull back
on the steering wheel
and my little van and I
will begin to lift off.
If this were to happen,
I would bank left
into the rising sun,
headed toward new beginnings
and possibilities.
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