Distant Rumble
The child could hear the highway
As he lay awake at night
The distant rumble filled him with wonder
Where were they all going he thought
As all those cars pushed through the dark
As soon as age allowed him
He took to the road
Taking exits to towns unknown
Yet none of them held
The answers he expected
He only found lonely places
Filled with others who dreamed as he had
Wishing to take to the road
But with nowhere to go
Get Your Perfection Off My Lawn!
The perfect life is like the perfect lawn
An artificial construct pushed upon us
By hucksters who think they can sell us happiness
I don’t want to be evenly trimmed
My edges clean, uniform and neat
Let me be rough and full of weeds
My ideas and behaviors, wild and untamed
A mix of colors textures and hues
May I never be forced into an even mold
But roughly cast in nature’s image
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