The Peace of a Late-Night Drive
By Saywisely
1 min read
Jul 11, 2024
The world asleep, the roads are mine,
Just dotted lines and pale moonshine.
The engine's hum, a steady beat,
On this hushed and empty street.
No destination, just the pace,
A moving, solitary space.
Where thoughts can stretch and breathe and roam,
A thousand miles away from home.
Just dotted lines and pale moonshine.
The engine's hum, a steady beat,
On this hushed and empty street.
No destination, just the pace,
A moving, solitary space.
Where thoughts can stretch and breathe and roam,
A thousand miles away from home.