Thursday, November 15, 2012

There is no music in my car
During the daily dawn commute
Devoid of the voice of song
Empty of the thoughts of emotion.
It seems somehow fitting,
One humming can in a random stream,
 Losing the froth and foam of freedom
To the sole accompaniment of the noise within

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