I drove across the highway that day
Revving the engine loud, scrolling the windows down
I could feel the gush of warm breeze flowing in
Zigzagging past other cars, was I going too fast?
May be, others were slow
May be, they didn’t know where to go
There was music in my heart
The air was warm and the sun was out
There could be meadows in the distance,
where the grass was tall
There could be a river sparkling in the sunlight
Somewhere under the canopy of green leaves,
Snakes, creepers, and old banyan trees
May be, someone was guarding that place
And that path was long forgotten
May be, I was going too fast
May be, others were slow
May be, they didn’t know where to go
Thursday, June 5, 2008
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