The Stone Institute

I’ve driven this way before

I’ve driven this road before.
So familiar.
Each center line runs forever.
The trees seem to change, but not day by day.
The bark ages, the leaves sprout and fall,
But not every day.

I’ve driven this road before.
So familiar.
Each flower that’s bloomed,
Eventually dies on the side of the highway.
When the cold wind blows,
The grass seems to shiver and wither.

I’ve driven this road before.
Souls liter each side of the street.
Some happy, some sad, some lost, some found,
No judgements made about their paths.
They wave as I pass.
Once in awhile, one greets me.

I’ve driven this way before.
Darkness of the night hides each image,
Morning’s light shows the subtle changes.
One day I won’t be on this road,
Others will drive it thinking
I’ve driven this way before.
Who’s driven it before me?

Posted by Kevin Merigian at 11:13 AM
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