Sometimes long trips are about finding your ways rather than reaching anywhere and anytime. They are not meant to be divergences and deviations from the routine, from the obvious and yet they are one of the hardest things to find. These journeys we take, are about the company at times, about distant reasons that remain distant for now and the ease of transitioning and travelling into phases in life. Here's to such road trips we take, the ones that define us, make us laugh or are simply ways for us to get away from things we need to get away from.
Road Trips
So we planned with no planning in our mind
We were spread out maps with no directions to find
We were alternate roads to reach wherever we go
To places that aren't listed just the ones we hope we know
Crossroads, intersections and on some divides
We are decisions made that are hard to make & find
Come undefined as you may; come along on a trip
Come as memories we write about & some that we keep.
As the warmth of the day, changes on my windshield
We drive across forest lands and sometimes empty fields
Drive up and down these roads the ones we don't know
Are the places we find, the only places we want to go?
Come in any language, in songs I have yet to hear
Come with no obligations in your mind, with nothing to bear
As I write these last lines and chapters somewhere
I will restart, recollect and start again; right here.
Road Trips
So we planned with no planning in our mind
We were spread out maps with no directions to find
We were alternate roads to reach wherever we go
To places that aren't listed just the ones we hope we know
Crossroads, intersections and on some divides
We are decisions made that are hard to make & find
Come undefined as you may; come along on a trip
Come as memories we write about & some that we keep.
As the warmth of the day, changes on my windshield
We drive across forest lands and sometimes empty fields
Drive up and down these roads the ones we don't know
Are the places we find, the only places we want to go?
Come in any language, in songs I have yet to hear
Come with no obligations in your mind, with nothing to bear
As I write these last lines and chapters somewhere
I will restart, recollect and start again; right here.
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