The road clicks a sticatto beat
the tires hum along with the flow
I hear you speak now
words measured and succinct
But no one can hear you
No one understands you
Your voice carries a melody
that lifts and carries in the breeze.
You seem adamant
almost intense
as the warm sun
paints tree lined shadows
crossing your worried brows
as your voice carries a melody
that lifts and carries in the breexe.