I wrote this little one while sitting outside a gas station near my house. I just find roads and travel fascinating, and im noticing its pretty much the main thing i write about, and ya know what? i really like that. i guess its my theme and i love it! With this i think about many things, i wanted something with rhymes. This one is becoming my favorite the more i read it, i dont exactly know why but it just does. hope you guys enjoy, and comment to help me improve!


"Here to there we take roads.
Roads with ditches and grass.
Grass dirtied with trash.
Trash that comes from our mouths.
Mouths that we talk to ourselves.
Ourselves are alone.
Alone we are from here to there."