Nagging Questions

The 5 min. poem

I drove 100 miles without touching the brakes,
Clouds and fields,
I traveled little distances,
Away from those nagging questions and the gas pedal.

If I better measured,
Pebble to pebble,
We'd get much further,
From these nagging questions and the brakes.

I tend to make it here early,
I always depart late,
In order to travel these little distances,
Back to these nagging questions.

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Reply #1 Top
Thank you. I enjoy this one very much. I imagined a field of orange poppies.

j.
Reply #2 Top
Thank you. I enjoy this one very much. I imagined a field of orange poppies.

j.
Reply #3 Top
Hey Johnny, never seen you here before....thanks a lot for visiting my blog.
Now I'll return the favor.

-Suspeckt