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Asphalt Prison
by David Pekrul
copyright 04-19-2007


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
I'm driving the highway and think I am free,
Exploring the country to find who I'll be,
But lately I find I am trapped on this road,
A prison of asphalt; I'm set to explode.

Then there in the distance I see a small lane,
I try to veer off but I'm held by this chain,
“Just travel the highway and stay in the lines,
And watch where you're going and read all the signs.”

“Just do as the others and what you are told,
Don't try to be different; don't try to be bold,
Just travel the highway and see where it leads,
The ones who will follow are ones who succeed.”


I try to be noble and try to be brave,
I try to see reason and try to behave,
But always I look past the pavement that kills,
And look to the sides of the road, to the hills.

For there I see freedom, adventure to gain,
And then as I focus, I see that small lane,
I crank on the wheel as I step on the gas,
And head for that lane-way before it will pass.

The lane-way is rough but I'm feeling alive,
I'm filled with elation as onward I drive,
The highway's behind me, the hills are ahead,
I'm set for adventure and feeling no dread.

I'm driving the lane-way and know I am free,
Exploring the country to see who I'll be,
No longer to drive on that highway to hell,
“So long asphalt prison, I bid you farewell.“


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05-27-2007 Elysia Foster    

Interesting topic...I like the way you manage to bring the asphalt to life. Great rhyme and rythym. The whole thing flows together very nicly. The feeling of freedom you get at the end is nice. To me, if a poem can really suck in the reader that way and actually make them feel the poem, it's well done. You did that quite well. ^_^ Great job!


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