White Line

I’ve been driving in the same direction for days
The smell of your existence still lingers on
We feel like we could travel for weeks
Within the days which are provided for us
On these hot summer days
Sticking to the upholstery of a handy Mans work
Winding the window down in ache of a inhale of fresh air
Travelling the white lines on a open Road
Heading to what we could only hope to become our freedom
Night falls following on with the appearance of the stars
Brightening up the sky along side the Bright Yellow Full Moon
Which brings us hope for adventure the next day
Early rising and the journey carries on like planned
Were hoping for excitement and mystery within the measurement
Of finding ourselves a new home
Somewhere with a Address and a area code
Somewhere we know we can hang our clothes up to dry
Just in sprit while travelling down the white Line

By Kloee101