Thought of this driving home tonight...and FB (facebook) isn't letting me sign on to post it there...so it's being posted here first.
"Driving Home" or "Sometimes" (I haven't decided)
Sometimes when I drive home at night
And my path is dark and straight
But my mind is alive and wanders,
I look up at the houses as they pass by.
Some are lit up and welcoming
With shadowy figures moving across the windows,
Others dark and locked up tight against the night.
I like to imagine their lives
Or what their lives could be,
Or what my life could be if I lived there.
Then I drive on,
Never knowing.
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Thunderous applause! The world shall quake with it once they behold the wordsmith that is you.
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