Cruising
By Pandora
we were cruising down a blacktop road listening to Freebird and watching the yellow lines appear out the of the black in the middle of nowhere and nowhere to go love and liquor the only things on our mind one wasted..the other wasting us the blacktop turns to gravel and everything turns to dust this is our spot, any spot on a deserted dirt road where we cavort like pagans in rituals unknowingly passed down through the ages we thought we were free like the bird we thought we had all the time in the world we didn't know the world was not on our time Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 14 2002 06:40 PM PST 0 • 10
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"we were cruising down a blacktop road..."