The Window

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The Window

Minutes I pass, miles I cover.

Blurs I distinguish are like no other.

Trees. Hilltops.

My daze. Won't stop.

Hugging my knees close to my chest.

Seatbelt constricting; compass pointed west.

Speedometer racing, but slowing the time.

Cannot stop the thoughts, as they pass by.

What stories could I tell

if I was an old Maple,

hundreds of years old,

all forseen but untold?

What would life seem

if I was a stream,

here for the moment,

able to leave without relent?

Help me find answers, as I long dearly.

Help me see the world more clearly.

But for now I shall look out my rolled-down window.

My portal to a new world open and aglow.

-5aV

Poem from a long time ago! Hopefully I should be writing some better and newer things soon!:)

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 23, 2010 ⏰

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