Wheels

Day or night

Thought or might

It conveys

Your wheels on smooth roads

In control

And cruising

The days accelerate

At times beyond our depths

Through amber



You speed past destiny,

Stopping at times to replenish

A lost faith

The wheels take you everywhere

No restrains

No regrets

You arrive

At the detour

A minute too soon



The door opens to reveal

A gift

In suitable colours

On the last road now

The journey might differ

For we refer to the usual habit




Author's Notes/Comments: 

Drive all night just to get back home...

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