Day 702, driving to…

Day's pictures, Poetry

Day 702-1

In the morning, driving to work, waking up from a sleep.

Some caffeine to move and get up to sit and plan the day.

Listening to a book, enjoy the drive a thousand times.

Each bend is known, I feel the friction, the weather decides.

I wouldn’t mind driving all day, going nowhere to the next turn.

But then I arrive, open the door into my life and close my escape.