December 2010
2 posts
NYC haiku
Leaving this small town
Life starts anew, dreams come true
New York City bound.
Runaway
And pack my bags, and never look back, run a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away. I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down. Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight, and at the break of day, I’ll be a runaway
And from the rear-view, I’ve got clear view of who I used to be. A little bit faster now, don’t wanna turn around.
Maybe...