Driving along those stretches of road,
nothing to light the way other than
the moon, the stars, and the song.
sing that song, as you drive along,
wake yourself up, from more than
dreariness.

Wake yourself up, to life itself. Sing
the song of the moon, feel the rhythm
that nature provides, and drive, drive
drive until it is time to go home.

Let the song carry you to where it will,
mayhap to bed, mayhap to dream, mayhap
to another day entirely.

Sing that song, feel the energy that is life, drive
that road, and go to where you must, come back
if you would.

Driving along those stretches of road,
closer and closer to home, guided by
nothing but the moon, seeing nothing
but the stars, and singing at the top of
your lungs.

The moon has watched over you,
the stars have shown you the way home,
and the music carried you there.

::October 29, 2003 09:21 PM

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