I’ve been driving a lot lately in order to go to job interviews. Here’s a poem for this week:
Rumbling roar of my car
Transient rattling wheels
Snap of fingers,
Music gurgling from grimy speakers
On and on and on
farms, fields, forests,
Dangling thoughts and particles
of bugs splattered on windshield
On and on I drive.
Open the door, step inside. Here you find a forest, teeming with animals and birds, which sweeps up the sides of snow-capped mountains. Here in the small pocket of beauty, one finds the essence of my soul.
A writer at heart, I delve deep into the finer details of humanity's spirit, and seek to share with others what gems I uncover. I find life exciting and full of interesting surprises, and despite the great pain that often confronts me, I persevere with the joy in my heart still bubbling, and the light of my soul still aflame.
There is a time and a place to introspect one's self, but often enough it is best to not look back in regret, but leap forward in the present toward the achievement of one's deepest dreams.
I am a wanderer. An explorer. One place cannot contain me for long, but to my friends and family, I remain loyal, for love is not bound by time nor place. Once cultivated and nourished continuously, it binds people together on a journey through the unknown reaches of life.
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I thought that was really funny. Enjoyed this poem. Where have you been going in your job interviews?