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!:)
