a few days away <br />anticipation <br />the road is calling <br />i want to follow <br />where who knows <br />just go <br />like gone <br />rest <br />in death <br />life is moving <br />and the miles roll.... <br />the pavement hypnotizes <br />makes me <br />forget <br />but the moment <br />wished <br />and is gone.... <br />i will get <br />hopped up <br />no sleep <br />just speed <br />as the night closes <br />lights shine <br />neoned reflection <br />america <br />hustles <br />own tempo <br />mass transit <br />timed zombies <br />and then gone.... <br />i know <br />america <br />i am her son <br />vagabond, wandering <br />dreaming <br />influenced promises <br />unfulfilled <br />but for my own destiny.<br /><br />richard poor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-on-the-trip/
