Yellow, Yellow, Yellow, Yellow, the stripes fly by as I stare out.
There’s nothing ahead but sky and what’s behind me fades into the scenery. The sun try’s to kiss my cheek threw the glass but I twist and turn on those curvy roads dodging the daylight. On this road I feel free, music blasting, windows down; it’s as if time is now just a suggestion, my infinite hours turn into dark cool nights filled with pit stops and CD changes. I’m not sure where this trip will take me ,but for now I can wait to find out.
Created: Jul 18, 2010Document Media