mxrider155
October 29th, 2010, 10:43 PM
The fog rolled in, over the hills, into the valleys,
The soft white glow of the moon overhead,
Signs pass by, left, right, left,
Lines pass even faster, right below my feet,
The "shake, rattle, shake" of the country road,
"Eleven eleven" says the lazy clock,
"Not even late" says my wondering brain,
Look, another sign,
The moon, still there,
Now darting in and out between the trees
in it's own little game of hide and seek,
The car still racing,
Almost there now,
Any minute, I am sure,
It has to be soon.
The soft white glow of the moon overhead,
Signs pass by, left, right, left,
Lines pass even faster, right below my feet,
The "shake, rattle, shake" of the country road,
"Eleven eleven" says the lazy clock,
"Not even late" says my wondering brain,
Look, another sign,
The moon, still there,
Now darting in and out between the trees
in it's own little game of hide and seek,
The car still racing,
Almost there now,
Any minute, I am sure,
It has to be soon.