Travel

by

Thomas Granger

Once I was a traveller on the road, behind the wheel
Left to travel on my own, I think of how you feel
and wonder what your dreaming, as you seem into a dream
Your friends are all there screaming all about the light you gleam

I wonder, it's like most times, in the traffic I get lost
Your payment for the trouble may be under what I cost
To get to where I'm going I will need to stop for gas
Then maybe by the morning this need for you will pass

As I proceed toward sunset it is sad to see it leave
Another day of driving off these spirits that believe
Me to be the underside of miles that were left thought true
To be last few miles that I could have spent with you

Enough of feeling sorry, what I keep I still hold dear
I have only my emotion to deal with my last tear
It will hardly make a sound when it feels the ground at last
Just a tiny drop of water, disappearing fast

Before my time is empty I would like to take my time
To recall where we are going at the ending of my rhyme
To a place we're both invited to be lonesome once again
At the centre of the universe we do enjoy the rain

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Why don't you look at He was a boy of the seventies
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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