Checked Out
There’s a calling in my bones
Making it’s way
To the surface of my skin
A pulse within my chest
That I’m certain no one hears but me
The sensational vibrato
Which rattles my rib cage
Making me white-knuckle-cling
To the steering wheel column
Driving with a hellbound sunset
Laid out across the horizon
To destination absolutely nowhere
It all sounds to damned stunning to me
Thrumming a beat within me
Along the highway with no regrets
Wind freely flowing
Through my tangled locks
The taste of freedom
Just a little more recent with every fill up
With no plans on a return date
Someday I’ll get there.
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I like the rebel in the wind feeling this gives me