Drivin’ a truck
That no way wants to be driven,
Followin’ a blacktop route
That, you got it, is damned-down
Difficult to follow;
Strugglin’ to remember
What just cannot be remembered:
Seeking to complete
What will never be completed,
With new, different words
Ringin’ in my brain pan, whisperin’:
“Why is it that
The best of the bad men
Is always on the run:
Too far away, and
On the wrong side of the sun?”
“Too far away and on the wrong side of the Sun”
Love that finish, 🙂
Thanks, appreciate the feedback.
On the wrong side of the sun – wow. This line got me! Beautiful. Such a stunning write.
weaving lanes
~
top down
navigating galaxies
without
power steering