When I'm on the road, little ideas about how to describe the things I see, feel, hear, smell and lick are so much easier to think of because I have so much time, and since I fail at thinking of things on the fly, those little fleeting thoughts just get sucked out with the raging wind coming in the car windows as everything flies by at 75 miles per hour.
And.
When I'm on the road everything seems so far away. It's almost as if I'll never see the same people or places, because all I can see is this new land roling past me.
And.
When I'm on the road and I'm away, it's as if somebody pushes a reset button in my brain. It used to happen all year, never settling. But I don't know if I like it now...
And.
When I'm on the road at night, anything seems possible, and it is. But I have to deal with the consequences, especially if it was trouble that was playing its hand. So I can store them away, those consequences, and try and forget them in he morning. But fate never really likes to be forgotten. And there is always a road near at hand. Ready to make or break you.
And.
When I'm on the road, I always want to take you with me.
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