Behind The WheelA Poem by Chase
This road I'm on is like the others before.
It has tar, pebbles, dirt, and snow; curving all which ways to go wherever I decide. Round n round the mountain slopes and through the country side, beautiful things adorn my gaze as my road is the path I wish to go, but only if I bid it so. We pick the roads we take in life from round-abouts to hard made rights. A road can be of piercing shards that, in place will make you stay, or of silky smooth crete made to guide you on your way. Your road is the path you wish to go but only if you bid it so. © 2016 ChaseReviews
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