I quit.
I’m done.
No more of this,
It’s over.
I look up,
But to the rear.
Seeing the distance
I’ve traveled,
Hitting the gas.
Tires howling
To the next stop,
Wherever that may be.
Wherever – June 29, 2019
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I quit.
I’m done.
No more of this,
It’s over.
I look up,
But to the rear.
Seeing the distance
I’ve traveled,
Hitting the gas.
Tires howling
To the next stop,
Wherever that may be.
DoRee MelNic 