The clock strikes five, freedom awaits
Start the engine, music on, exit the gates
Make a left, straight ahead I drive
Wind in my hair and feeling alive
I slip into a fast and furious fantasy
Anticipating the green light, one…two…three
Foot to the floor, shifting to perfection
Seeing the world in my rearview’s reflection
Gliding on asphalt, fuelled by melodies
The blur of buildings and passing trees
Over the hill; there’s the ocean
A catalyst for this pure emotion
Stop at the lights, look to my side
Give a sly smile to the girl in her ride
She blows a kiss, my day is made
A simple pleasure I wouldn’t trade
Window down, smoking a cigarette
Shades on, smiling wide, no regret
Singing out loud, not a fuck given
Hours in a cage, but this is livin’
Submitted: February 25, 2016
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This is a great praise concerning leaving work. I feel you on so many freaking levels. It also applies to school! I crank up my music and just fly home. Unfortunately, no oceans where I'm at :( So jealous!
Excellent imagery and a great rhyme scene! Nice to know you'll still hanging in there through the daily grind. :)
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Yeah that drive at the end of the day is so amazing. As soon as I get in the car and put on my music all stress just floats away. It's going to take a lot for the world to keep me down. Good to hear from you! :) :)
Thu, February 25th, 2016 8:53pm
Well written and so honest!
I think everyone knows this feeling all to well, "there's no place like home!"
Especially after a tedious day of work :/
Really liked it, I could picture you driving home, that's how well you described it.
Well done!
Brilliant poem, amazing rhymes.
Wed, March 9th, 2016 8:14pm
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Thanks again for the comment, always great to get some positive feedback.
Wed, March 9th, 2016 11:46pmFacebook Comments
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The freedom enjoyed after locked in the occupational prison for the day is always sweet-tasting! Plus, you're fortunate to have such magnificent sights to feast your eyes on.
Thu, February 25th, 2016 5:29pmA great poem!