A tapestry in nowhere…
Backroad Lullaby Rolling on a backroad, shadow and sun. Time here is old But the season is young. No fresh starts. I can’t go home. A tapestry in nowhere so I ain’t alone. Driving down the backroad. tendered by the breeze, between my future and my past, and I feel at ease.
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