poem2

I sit in my deep maroon colored car

The one I have totally fallen for

The engine comes to life

The steering start turning

Somebody once told me to drive slowly

Slowly so that you enjoy the ride more.

I remind myself of the words again

And I take my foot off.

It’s a rough and dry road

But I like the way it hits me.

As always, the start is bouncy

But yea, that’s the pleasure of the ride!

My velvety maroon car

Its still cruising on the rough road

I keep going, whistling

The road seems to going on and on

Suddenly I realize,

My car has taken me to the clouds

the clouds are wine colored just as my car

I seem to let go of everything

And drown in them.

Euphoric, I wanna swim in those rich clouds

I know the buzz of the ride is getting in my head

Before I realize, the rides over

The clouds are gone

But I won’t worry,

Coz I know I would put in the keys again!