Kharisma Blake

The Road That Lies Ahead

The miles I drive, the thoughts I have, Behind the wheel of my second home. I take in the scenic views Of these roads I roam.

Riding along with the windows down, Taylor says “Let’s get out of this town,” My past in the rearview and My future I’m heading to.

Felt I was in the backseat of my life, turning pages, typing away. Nothing said with meaning, Always going and leaving. Permits and plates, Registrations and fees, Tail Light lit pavement Guides the way for me. I feel bad for my tires,

Never can catch a break. We’re the same that way We will always be on ... The road that lies ahead.