I'm The Last Car On The Lot

I'm the last car on the lot

I feel free, holding only keys

No concentration, just getting there

Getting to my metal door

 

Simple comfort, small task

Free, to think of silly things

Free, to be a kid with a simple dream

What's happened to our innocence

 

Stones under my sneakers

The wind plays with my hair

On the short walk to my car

Vulnerable, if only for a few minutes

 

The pale, cold sunlight on my face

Cotton hugging my waist

If only I could walk like this forever

No eyes scorching my soul, no voices commanding my mind

 

I smile to myself, think maybe I'm crazy

Take small steps, savor the moment

Sing out loud, no one's listening

This is me, the one no one here sees

I'm the last car on the lot

Reviews

[Lee W. Deason]

Beautiful write babe. I can see you standing there outweighing the world around you with your presence. I love you babe.
:)
�Lee�

P.S. I wish it was me holding you instead of cold air.