I just want to drive
Away from this place
With no destination
And the sun on my face
Far away from my past
And towards what will be
Basking in my own company
No music
No map
Not a single care
As I set my course to God knows where
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Bandaid: A Collection Of Poems
PoesiaThings I never said, but probably should have.
drive
I just want to drive
Away from this place
With no destination
And the sun on my face
Far away from my past
And towards what will be
Basking in my own company
No music
No map
Not a single care
As I set my course to God knows where